Page 10 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

Now he’s going to see me turning his kitchen into my own, wasting his ingredients. Maybe I should’ve thought this through a little better.

“Must be getting comfortable around here.” Just in time, he catches me right as I’m considering how far I can get with melting sugar as a substitute.

I almost drop the mixing bowl when I turn. I can’t even let an apology roll off my tongue, not when it’s getting lodged in the middle of my throat.

Grayson is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, his brow raised.

It’s not his flexing muscles that has my stomach doing somersaults. It’s his face.

That unruly beard isgone. Left behind as a far more tamed one, I can see he owns a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

Who is this sexy man staring back at me? Without the wild look, I hardly recognize Grayson. If it weren’t for those photos I saw, I wouldn’t have a clue.

Yesterday, this man made me tremble for reasons that can be described asall of the above.Today, he’s got me pressing my thighs together and my clit pulsating to the point that it’s impossible to ignore.

All those conversation starters? Right out the window. I’m right back to the state I found myself in the last time I was near him.

Once more, I want to kiss this guy.

“G-Good morning!” Trying to sound chipper, I turn and keep stirring this useless batter. “Figured I’d try to throw something together while you were busy… shaving.”

He grunts, acting like the same man he was before the change. Unlike me, who is flustered and barely functional, his steps creak against the floorboards, giving away the distance he’s erasing between us.

“It was getting in the way,” he explains once he’s close enough that I can feel the heat from his chest radiating toward my back. “How is your–”

Spinning around, I show him the bowl like it deserves a participation prize. Before he can have the chance to finish his question, I’m quick to interrupt. “I tried making pancakes. I, um, didn’t think it all the way through. You don’t have… syrup.”

My shoulders sink, and I can’t help but feel so lame beneath his gaze.

He stares at the bowl before his eyes flick back up. Now that I can see his mouth, I’m thankful for the counter behind me, or else I might fall back when his lips form a smirk.

Turns out, this beast of a man knows how to do more than frown.

The pancakes might be dry, but my panties aresoaked.

“I’ve got some frozen strawberries. I can melt them down with some sugar. Make a sauce with it. Best I can do,” he offers up.

He knows how to problem-solve. Even better.

Nodding my head, I catch myself blinking at him in a daze. Oh boy.

I can’t remember the last time a man has made me this flustered. I can barely find my words, let alone giving him anotherthank you.

Brushing against me, he cracks open the freezer and pulls out the bag. Lifting another brow when I don’t move, I shake out of my trance and ask him where his pans are.

I already know the answer, but if it means getting to interact with him for a little longer, then I’m all for it.

6

Grayson

Daisy has asked me to shave my face for three years now. Hell, she even went out of her way to buy me razors I completely forgot about. All the way until I found one resting in my shower. Made me consider taking away the layer that hid who I am beneath.

Even after I shaved away all the hair, I spent too much time staring at my reflection. On the other side of the mirror is someone I thought I said goodbye to when I moved to this mountain in the first place.

One woman crosses my path, and I do something I couldn’t do for myself.

I can’t even get self-conscious. Not when she’s sneaking glances in my direction whenever she thinks I’m not looking.

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