Page 22 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

Fear gripped his spine. If that happened, he’d get a severance package. He wouldn’t be able to touch his clients or the Detroit golfer for a year.

Nope. Not going there.

Nothing’s going to happen until Marcus knows for sure Ginty’s not going to sign.

That buys me some time.

He had at least until the day after Christmas.

Damn, he was glad Hellcat wanted to keep things vague with each other. It was a small world, and if she was in sports at all, she’d recognize his agency, his boss, and his athletes.

He set his feet on the wood floor—Jesus fuck—the cold bled right through his wool socks. He had to get the heat on. A blizzard like this was the reason he’d bought the largest capacity generator and propane tank. Teton winters were rough.

He’d get that done, make some coffee and breakfast, and then figure out what to do about Hellcat. Though, really, what could he do? Without Wi-Fi, she couldn’t find the correct address of the cabin she’d rented. For now, he was stuck with her.

He headed out of the bedroom, stopping cold when he found her dancing.

In her puffy blue robe, fuzzy slippers, and a wool hat with fur earflaps, she was shaking her ass and hopping around as she whisper-sang.

Yeah, he was fucking cold, and yeah, he wanted to start shoveling a path to the shed, but he couldn’t stop watching her.

This woman had taken the worst kind of hit, and yet, look at her. She had a joy as big as the sun radiating out of her.

She might think the people who fucked her over had won something, but she was a powerhouse of a woman. She’d not only recover but she’d kick ass. They’d better watch their backs with this one.

Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms over his chest. She didn’t dance like a woman at a club. Her moves were more… choreographed? He wasn’t sure how to describe it, but she was confident, strong, and sexy as fuck.

What was that expression about dancing like nobody’s watching? That was Hellcat.

Except I’m watching, and she doesn’t know it.

Not cool.“Hey.” As he crossed the room to grab the gloves he’d left on the floor, she swung around and gasped.

She clapped a hand to her chest. “Oh, my God. You scared me.”

Their gazes locked, and for one moment, it felt like time stopped. He’d only ever seen her in the dark, her features heavily shadowed from the flashlight. So, it was startling to see her face for the first time. She was…lovely. Dark hair, blue eyes, and pink lips. “Sorry.” He snatched up his gloves to find they’d frozen solid.

“I was trying to warm up.”

“A fire might be more effective.” He tipped his chin toward the big stone hearth.

“Maybe.” She grinned. “But it’s not nearly as fun.”

It would take some time to dig out a path to the generator and even longer for the place to heat up. “I’ll get one started.”

“That would be fantastic. Thank you.”

He glanced at the clean grate. “Either you haven’t made one yet or you’re extremely clean.”

“Yeah, well, about that… I don’t know how.”

“You rented a cabin in the Tetons for the winter, and you don’t know how to make a fire?”

“I didn’t plan on staying this long.” She sounded defensive, but also, a little deflated.

And it pissed him off that he’d made her feel bad about it. “Well, let me show you how.”

“Really?” She joined him at the hearth. “You don’t know how many times I thought about trying, but I didn’t want to risk burning the place down.”

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