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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.
I admired the hell out of Sabrina. That woman had more guts than most people I knew. To infiltrate a gun smuggling operation and take them down was fucking impressive. Her loyalty to her source was a testament to her character. Her bravery and spirit called to my heart.
I had the skills to keep her safe, and the place. And if that meant making a mess of my own life, then I’d do it without hesitation.
In a nightmare flash, I pictured myself in six months, wearing the same clothes I was in now. My hair had become ratted in dreadlocks and I had befriended the mouse that came in and out through the gaping holes in the dirty floorboards to share my moldy bread.
“I’m just going to lay it out there,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”
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.
sometimes even the toughest people need a kick in the ass to snap themselves into a better place.”
I didn’t believe in soul mates but Beau was starting to make me rethink that position.
“I’ll make you a deal, Shortcake. When the mafia isn’t a threat, you’re not considering WITSEC and life goes back to normal, I’ll meet you in Disney World and take you on the vacation six-year-old Sabrina never had.” I smiled. “You’ve got a deal, Goliath.”
Sabrina was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman but fitting her into my lifestyle was the definition of square peg, round hole.
My holiday plans were, for once, something I really wanted to do. Not that I minded Mom’s annual Fourth of July party, but it was more for her than me. This year, I was being selfish for my holiday. I was taking an extra day and spending it at the outpost.
Sabrina MacKenzie was completely under my skin. Every time I drove away from her at the outpost, I fought the urge to turn back. I wanted her. Every piece.
I was coming to realize that even if I only had Sabrina for a short time, anything with her was better than nothing.
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.
I swallowed my questions because as a fake pine-beetle scientist, I should probably know what they were talking about.
“Your boy is one of the best there is. If he goes up with Dylan’s crew, they’ll all be coming back.” “He’s, um, not my ‘boy,’ ” I corrected, though his statement did loosen the knot in my stomach a bit. “Right,” Nick said dryly. “Next you’re going to tell me that you two weren’t going at it right as we pulled up.”
I didn’t want her for right now. I wanted her for always.
Michael had completely taken to Sabrina after his visit to the outpost during the forest fire and I wasn’t surprised he was pushing for her to stay. He had this look in his eyes every time he talked about her that said please make her my sister-in-law.
stop i love that
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.
I was in love with him. I knew I’d fallen before, but I hadn’t admitted it to myself. But sitting in this tiny bathroom, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was hopelessly in love with Beau Holt.
“Is it crazy to talk to a dog?” I asked myself. “No, but it is crazy to talk to a kitchen.”
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.
I’d told Sabrina once that I wasn’t a dreamer. That was still true. I’d leave the dreams to her and to my children. Because I didn’t need to dream. I already had everything I could ever hope for, right here in my car.
