Page 2 of Huckleberry Hill
I took it, hating the betrayal of warmth that curled through my belly at his touch.
“Connor didn’t say anything about his daughter coming home for a visit,” he said.
“My trip was unexpected. I texted Dad and Muddy, but they must’ve already been asleep.”
“Muddy?”
“Grandmother,” I clarified absently. “When I was a baby and I tried to say grandmother, it came out Muddy.”
“Cute.”
I looked at the door. “My suitcase is outside. And my keys are still in the lock.”
“Both will be there tomorrow morning,” Declan remarked. “I might like a bit of danger in my life, but I’m not opening that door so a grizzly can make a spring snack out of both of us.”
“Fair point,” I drawled. I twisted my long, chestnut-colored hair into a messy top bun and secured it.
“Why didn’t you head to the main house?”
“I didn’t want to wake them up.”
If I’d woken them up, then I would’ve had to explain why I’d come home in the middle of the night without warning. And I wasn’t ready to explain it.
“Ah. And since you didn’t know about me, you figured you’d crash in the cabin and head to the main house in the morning.”
I nodded, my gaze dropping to his naked, sculpted chest. He had a tattoo wrapped around his upper arm like a cuff and another on his left pectoral.
“Do you have a shirt?” I asked pointedly.
“Several.” He grinned. “I can lend you one to sleep in.”
“Oh, that’s not what I?—”
“You can have the bed.”
“I’m not taking the bed.”
“The sheets are clean,” he promised.
I sighed in exasperation. “I meant, I’m not kicking you out of your bed. I intruded on your space. I’ll take the couch.”
“And then I’ll have to tell Connor that I let his daughter sleep on the couch? No way. Take the bed. I don’t mind. Really.”
I nibbled my lip and inclined my head. “That’s very . . . chivalrous of you.”
“Aww shucks, ma’am,” he drawled with a teasing grin.
Before I knew it, I was grinning back.
No. Bad girl. No.
“Follow me. I’ll get you something to sleep in,” he offered.
The cabin wasn’t large. It had a single small bedroom, a separate bath, and a kitchen and living room area with a wood stove.
My sister and I had spent many nights in this cabin with friends, having sleepovers and movie nights.
“You took down the twinkle lights,” I stated as I stood in the doorway of the bedroom.
