Page 10 of My Forbidden Mountain Man

Good to know that she’s at least alive.Ugh. Eyeroll.

“You don’t have to come.” Logan’s voice cuts through my agitation like a sharp knife as he works on lacing his hiking boots.

Every day, right before lunch, he walks a couple of miles to build up an appetite. Says the fresh air is good for the soul. I told him I wanted to join him while I sucked down my coffee. He’s been trying to talk me out of it since.

He thinks I can’t survive a couple of mosquito bites and an uphill climb. Well, I’m in the mood to prove him wrong.

The cabin air is stifling. Thick with pine resin and the scent of him. It’s an aphrodisiac, plain and simple, and I’m this close to climbing him like one of those trees he loves so much.

So yeah. Fresh air. A cleansing.

One way or another, I’m coming whether he likes it or not.

While I don’t have boots, I’ve got a pair of sneakers that are worn in that’ll do the trick.

Not wanting my inner thighs to rub each other, I don’t dare think about wearing shorts. It’s too hot for jeans during prime time, so I’m lucky to find some khakis in my luggage.

And for the sole purpose of making Logan squirm, I pick a dangerous top. A crop top that hints at what’s beneath by fluttering against the skin right beneath my breasts.

He’s clearly not shy looking, hardly showing any signs of being turned off by my curves. Might as well show them off even more to see how far I can get.

While I’m working on tying my hair, I pretend I don’t notice the way his eyes flicker over to me.

“You’re not embarrassed to be seen with me, right?” I lift a brow as I consider the option. I could be what slows him down, I guess.

The words barely leave my lips before his expression darkens—scowlingdoesn’t even cover it. It’s like I flipped a switch, andboom,grumpy Logan is back in full force. He straightens to his full height, looming over me, all broad shoulders and barely leashed irritation.

Forgetif looks could kill. With him? It’s more likeif looks could devour you in one bite.

Damn if that thought doesn’t send a thrill straight through me.

This can’t be my imagination.

“Mountain isn’t safe for those who aren’t used to it,” he finally excuses after a second that feels too long.

Tightening my hair, I move past him, purposely brushing his chest along the way. “Guess it’s a good thing I’ll be with you then. If anything happens, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”

He doesn’t reply to my tease, only following behind me.

If I’m right and Loganisattracted to me in one form or another, then I’m going to shoot my shot.

Not just for a quick wave of fun. Down deep, I want to chase after these strange sensations. The ones that are making my heart flutter in my chest and my body ache.

Whatever he’s doing to me, it’s a first.

I don’t want it to be the last.

“Stick to the trail,” he instructs from behind, “I won’t let us get lost. Take it at your own pace.”

He’s so serious, I want to ease the tension between us. Hoping it’ll unweave itself naturally after we abandon the cabin, I realize his silence isn’t wavering.

Rolling my eyes at the need to take care of it myself, my next step consists of spinning on my foot.

Just my luck, I decided to do it on a patch with a root poking through the dirt.

Logan’s moving like he can see the future, already reaching out before I realize he thinks I’m going to lose my balance.

“Careful.” The word is a hiss between his teeth.

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