“You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can handle it,” I say. He raises his eyebrows, smirking at my unintentional innuendo, and heat creeps further up my neck. “More to the point, I wouldn’t let a beautiful woman make her way home from a bar alone on a cold, dark mountain. If you get eaten by a bear, I’d never be able to live with myself.” “There are no bears here.” “Maybe someone else will eat you.”
