Page 8 of My Silver Lining

She pushed to sit up, and I groaned.

“Shit,” she whispered. “Did it hit you in the head?”

“Yes.”

“Well, why would you jump in front of it?” She studied me before turning my head to the side so she could look for a bump.

“Because it was going to nail you in the face, and I was trying to get you out of the way.”

She used her teeth to tug her white furry mitten off her hand, and she dropped it in the snow. Her fingers moved through my hair, and it pissed me the fuck off that my dick responded immediately.

Great. Now I have a throbbing headacheanda throbbing erection.

“You have a big goose egg on the side of your head.” She winced.

“You don’t say?” I oozed sarcasm. “You stepped on a metal shovel, and the handle slammed me in the side of the head.”

“I thought I could catch it.” She continued soothing the lump that was growing just above my ear.

“Clearly, you thought wrong,” I said, sitting forward. “I’m fine. How about we agree that shoveling is not your forte.”

“Fine. I’m retiring as a snow shoveler. I’d rather be with Janson getting a haircut.”

“That’s a safer bet.” I moved to my feet and offered her a hand up. “Listen, I just got off work. Do you need to get your car out tonight?”

“No. I just thought I should keep up with it.”

“Let me get inside and ice my head and make some dinner. I’ll shovel it first thing in the morning, all right?”

“Thank you,” she said, and her eyes kept looking toward the side of my head. Obviously, the ice queen had some sort of feelings because she appeared concerned about the shot I’d taken. “I’m sorry about the shovel to the head.”

“Really?” I raised a brow. “It seems to be your thing.”

She walked toward the main house, brushing her snow-covered jeans off as she moved. Her ass was impossible not to stare at. It was small, perfectly peach-shaped, and it almost made me forget that she caused me pain every damn time I saw her.

“What’s my thing?” she asked, as she paused at the back door to the main house.

“Well, the first time I saw you, you punched me in the throat. The second time I saw you, you hit me in the head with a metalshovel. What are you going to do at our next meeting? Stab me in the dick?”

She surprised the shit out of me when her head fell back in hysterical laughter.Lulu Sonnet actually laughed.

And I was surprisingly mesmerized by it.

“Careful, Rafael. Don’t give me any ideas,” she smirked as she turned for the door. I watched as she stepped inside, and the door closed behind her.

I made my way to the guesthouse and pushed inside, rubbing my hands together to warm them up. I turned on the fireplace, grabbed a beer and an ice pack, and dropped onto the couch.

My phone vibrated with a text in the ongoing family group chat I had with my brothers and cousins.

Easton

Archer, I thought you told me Janson did a good job shoveling for you last winter. The dude no-showed today.

Archer

Yeah, he bailed on me, too. He didn’t have a girlfriend last winter.

Clark

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