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Instead, she crosses her arms.
“I just think we need to get through this weekend without complicating it further.”
“Too late, Sweetheart,” I say, stepping back with a crooked smile. “It’s already complicated as hell.”
She gives a weak laugh.
I lean down, brush a kiss against her temple.
She lets me, but doesn’t lean in.
So yeah.
We’re snowed-in.
Cabin’s not prepped.
Wi-Fi’s glitching.
And the woman I just gave my heart to is pretending nothing happened.
Still, I’m not mad.
Because I’m not giving up either.
“You stay here,” I say, grabbing my jacket. “I’m gonna check the generator myself, see if there’s some gas lying around, and I’ll haul in more firewood.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
And even though her back’s to me now, I swear her shoulders sag with relief when I leave. I frown.
Don’t get too comfortable with the distance, Dani, cause I’ll be back.
I always come back for what’s mine.
CHAPTER 16-DANIELA
I shouldn’t be watchinghim.
But I am.
Hudson—I should be calling him Tank, though—is trudging through the snow like some mythic woodsman, hauling firewood like it’s nothing, jacket dusted in powder, breath misting in the freezing air.
His head is down, jaw tight, body moving like every task is a mission.
Focused. Efficient. Quiet.
Too quiet.
After everything—the whipped cream, the fireplace, the shower, the way we devoured each other last night like we were starving—it’s almost disorienting, how normal he’s acting now.
Professional.
Polite.
Distant.
Just like I asked.
