Owned by the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men, #2)

by Gemma Weir

“Bossy Elf says drinking cocktails is dangerous. Bossy Elf says don’t leave your key under the door mat,” I say in my best snow white voice, picturing Huck with his rugged good looks wearing an elf hat and scowling with disapproval.

“Yes okay. Yes, I’m pissed that you’ve left me hanging, alright. I have had a litany of selfish, asshole ex’s who didn’t care if they left me unsatisfied, or had no idea that I hadn’t come. But you left me feeling like this deliberately and I hate that,” I confess on a rush, the words bursting from me.

“When we were little, Mom told us that Dad picked every tree for every log he used to build this place and that he only picked the happy trees, so this house was built with happiness and love at its core.”

My fingers clench into fists as I push up onto my knees, turn to face him, then swing my arm as hard as I can and punch him in the dick.