Page 9 of A Reason to Try

“Well?”

“Well, what?” I asked, turning in a circle and looking for something I could use to wipe the rain off my face.

“Put me down!”

Oops.

I probably should have at that.

Chapter Four-Carolina

Okay, someone pinch me.

One second, I was facing down a bearded mountain of a man, next I quit my job—thankfully out of my boss’ hearing range—then I locked my keys in my car, it started raining, and now, I was hanging ass over teakettle, just slung over some mountain-sized man’s shoulder like a sack of freaking potatoes!

What the heck is happening to my life?

“Put me down!” I yelled after we went inside his cabin and he’s still holding onto me like I weigh nothing at all.

Which was insane, I don’t weigh nothing. I’ve always been a realist, and realistically speaking I was a big girl.

Always was, always will be.

Heavy.

Thick.

Fat, some would and have said.

Or pleasantly plump, as my Dad characterized me, which really was not any better than being called fat.

But this guy, he just lifted me up and carried me around like I was one of those tiny little waifs I used to wish I looked like so desperately when I was in high school.

“Put me down!” I repeated, and the oaf stopped short in his perusal of the cabin.

The hand on my ass squeezed, then froze as if he only realized he was inappropriately fondling me.

Wish I could have been righteously indignant, but the truth was, I kinda liked how it felt.

Being carried and caressed by a sexy giant was like top five bucket list, hands down.

Eeek! No. Bad girl!

Dear Lord, what was coming over me?

Obviously, it had been way too long since I’d gotten any kind of physical attention from a man.

The behemoth grunted as he bent over, lowering me to the floor carefully, like I was precious or something.

“Alright. Don’t throw a wobbly,” he muttered.

I admit, I had no idea what he meant by that. In fact, half of what he said was gibberish to me. And I was fairly certain it wasn’t a compliment.

Still, that accent was sexy as fuck, and the deep timbre of his voice seemed to slither right down to my girly bits, making them tingle and beg for attention.

Of course, that I found him attractive only pissed me off more.

I huffed out a breath, a little dizzy from being held upside down. Opening my eyes too quickly, the room was still spinning, and I would have tipped right over, were it not for his big, tattooed hands holding me up.

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