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Everyone thought it was the article that had changed my life. It wasn’t. It had been the six months I’d spent in Montana. It had been the six months I’d spent with him.
He saw me as a foolish city girl who would never fit into his raw and rugged world. I was the spoiled princess who required indoor plumbing and a dirt-free abode. He was the rough and tough guy who would be the only man standing after a zombie apocalypse.
“I’m just going to lay it out there,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Those words, ones that should have elicited a beaming smile, made me brace. His tone was dreadfully serious. The next statement was certain to ruin his pretty words. “We’re from two different worlds. Let’s not get wrapped up in this physical connection, or whatever this is, and do something stupid.”
No man would ever hold me this well. I was made to be wrapped in these arms. A woman could tell a lot by the way a man holds her. She could tell if he had the strength to endure the rougher moments. If he had a mighty yet kind heart. If he could make her feel safe and cherished.
I wanted a man who would hold my hand, squeezing it every now and again so I knew I wasn’t alone as I waged my own war. I wanted a man who would push me to keep battling because he knew I’d eventually win.
“Thank you, Goliath.” He didn’t hesitate in wrapping me up, my cheek squishing even further into his rock-solid chest. “You’re welcome, Shortcake.” I leaned back so I could look at his face. “Shortcake?” “Seems only fair that you have a nickname too.” I shook my head. “But I’m not short. And cake? I’m the farthest thing from sweet.” One of his arms unwound from behind me so his hand could cup my jaw. With his thumb stroking my cheek and his fingers threaded into my hair, he whispered, “You’re sweet, and to me, you’ll always be short.”
This crush was seriously damaging my mojo.
Don’t forget the destination as you analyze the journey.”
Good people don’t just see the good in others, they see it in themselves too.
“We would never stop at just a kiss.” I smiled. “Would that be so bad?” “Woman, it would be fucking incredible.”
“Beau.” His name came out in a breathless plea. “Fuck it,” he growled. “Huh?” His soft, full lips came crashing down on mine.
Beau could fuck a girl into oblivion.
That sexy man was all mine. For today, tomorrow and however long we had, he was mine.
Standing stark naked in all his glory, Beau had gotten rid of something he’d had for eight years just to satisfy my curious nature and make me happy.
Sabrina thought yesterday was our good-bye. It wasn’t. I’d prove to her that she was more important than anything else. My job. My family. My mountains. I’d say good-bye to it all, just so I could say hello to her every morning for the rest of my life.
Being with him at the outpost, stripping away all of my comforts, he had opened my heart. He had broken through my walls and helped set me free.
