Page 34 of Her Maine Reaction

What’s outside?

I don’t plan on dying today!

Running to the window, I look around, and am shocked by what I see. What the fuck?

Flinging the front door open, I take in what I’m assuming is a drunken fantasy, because Ryan is shoveling his way up the porch steps. It’s like a rescue mission from heaven. My God, he looks sexy as hell.

His truck is behind him with a massive plow on the front.

He plowed his way to me?

“Ryan?” I question, not sure if I’m just seeing what I wish was real. “What’re you doing?”

“Rescuing you.” He smirks, that devilish little smile making my insides melt.

“Why?”

Pinning me with his blue eyes, he takes a step towards me. “I couldn’t leave you stranded. You have no power, no phone, and no food.”

“But why would you care? I’m sure there are other things the sheriff should be concerned with.”

“Nothing more important, no.”

Oh.

“Did you bring me food?” I smile, not willing to read into the fact that he thinks saving me was the most important thing to him.

Flashing me a sexy grin, he nods. “I did. I just have to go and grab it out of my truck.” Leaning the shovel against the railing, he turns to leave, but I quickly step out onto the porch and reach for him.

“Wait,” I say, my fingers clinging to his sleeve.

“Yes?” he asks, turning back.

I don’t know what comes over me–maybe it’s the wine, or the fact that I’ve been going a little crazy by myself–but I step into him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you,” I whisper.

Circling me with his big, strong arms, I let myself relax in his embrace, and I get a taste of what it would be like to have this man as mine. He’d come to my rescue if I needed him. He’d care.

Lifting my chin from his chest, Ryan searches my eyes before lowering his head to place a soft kiss to my lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” I say softly, stepping out of his embrace.

I watch him walk back down the steps, and jog over to his truck. He comes back with a huge bag, and we go inside together.

Walking over to the couch, Ryan puts the bag on the table–taking out a bottle of wine and two Styrofoam take-out containers.

“What did you bring?” I ask, sitting on the floor in front of the table, leaning back against the couch. I wrap a blanket around my shoulders and open one of the containers, smiling wide. “How did you know?”

“What?”

“This is exactly what I wanted. Did you hear my thoughts all the way across town?” He brought me a cheeseburger and fries, and I could cry with how excited I am to eat right now.

“No.” He smiles. “I just guessed.”

“Well, come on. Sit and eat with me.”

Taking his coat off, I see he’s still in his uniform, and I hold back a groan. He looks so good. I drink him in like I want nothing more than to rip his uniform off of him and lick him from head to toe. But then he clears his throat. Shit.

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