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Not one little bitty bit.
Of course, it’s at that moment that Tank groans and stretches in his seat, sending a wave of muscles rippling down his demigod body, and I swear, my mouth drops open.
You’re a bad liar, Daniela McNally.
And it is gonna be one very long weekend.
CHAPTER 4-TANK
Findingthe cabin took a little maneuvering once we left the mountain road for a smaller, narrower, and darker one, but we managed to get there in one piece.
Of course, certain pieces of mine were more grateful than others to be out of the cramped seat, standing in the fresh, cold air.
Ever driven two hours with a relentless boner?
Well, let me tell you, it’s not bloody fun, mate. Not one fucking bit.
The snow crunches beneath my boots as I haul her bag and mine toward the porch.
She tries to take hers, of course.
I grunt, move faster, and I grab the straps.
“I got it.”
She scowls, all fire and flashing green eyes.
But she relents. Dani lets me carry her bag, and it feels like a victory to me.
I don’t tell her I’d carry a thousand of her damn bags just for one smile.
Or that I memorized her Instagram bio after we hooked up.
Or that I still remember the exact shade of glitter she wore on her eyelids that night we went to bed together.
Nope, I’m just Mr. Cool as I stomp up the stairs, punch in the code, and push the door open to the luxury log cabin owned by Mitchell Knight.
It’s sleek and expensive, with all the amenities, including a giant satellite dish out back.
But that’s not what hits me first.
It’s the heat.
Someone must’ve come up earlier and started the fire—but no, not someone—I gather as I take in my surroundings.
Aha, looks like I’m right.
It’s athing, not apersonthat’s set the place up.
I grin as I take in the complicated computer setup and the modern appliances inside the one floor cabin that would’ve made it possible for someone to start the fire, turn on the electricity, and make sure the water was running before we arrived.
Makes sense.
Finley, my new sis-in-law, plans everything down to the minute, and our boss, Mitchell, well, he’s a brainy guy with a huge bank account.
This place must be one of his many projects.
Sure, it looks warm and rustic, but it’s anything but simple.
