Page 5 of Snowed In with the Wrong Cowboy
His back alone looks like it could splinter the doorway, thick and powerful, tapering into a trim waist and…
Heat creeps up my neck.
What iswrongwith me?
This is Callum Holt. The man Mackenzie would personally run over with a snowplow if given the chance. The guy who nearly wrecked his entire family and vanished.
And now he’s naked in this cabin like it's nothing.
I amnotimpressed. I amnotsleeping in that one bed. And I am definitely not going to let his smug, naked ass get under my skin.
I close my eyes and take a long, steady breath.
Twenty-four hours. Maybe more.
This is going to be the longest night of my life.
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Itake my time getting dressed, pulling on jeans that sit low on my hips, and a flannel shirt that I leave unbuttoned because I want to see if she'll look again.
She will. They always do.
But with Piper, it's different. The way her cheeks flame. The way she tries so hard to pretend she's not affected.
After I nearly tanked the family ranch with that deal gone sideways, I thought I could start over. Took a job at a different ranch. New faces, clean slate. But trouble has a way of finding me, or maybe I’m just cursed with shit luck. Turns out that place was even worse. Shady money, bad decisions, people you don’t want to owe.
So yeah, I came here to my family’s cabin they never use.
And now Piper shows up, gift-wrapped by a blizzard.
My sister's best friend.
The universe has one hell of a sense of humor.
I head back out to find she’s still in the living room, standing with her arms wrapped around herself, staring at the dark fireplace like it might spontaneously ignite if she wishes hard enough.
Her hair is still damp from the snow, curling slightly at the ends.
She's beautiful. Always was, but now…
Now she's dangerous.
Not because of what she could do to me. But because of what I could dowithher.
I watch her thumb swipe across her phone screen, tapping, waiting. Nothing happens.
“You planning to stand there all night?” I ask.
She jumps and spins around. Her eyes go wide when she sees me, then immediately drop to where my shirt hangs open. She jerks her gaze back up so fast I almost laugh.
“Trying to call my sister?” I ask, stepping closer.
She flinches slightly, then scowls. “No.”
I lift a brow.
