Bringing the axe above my head, I take a step forward, plant my feet, and release. When the axe hits the board, it sticks, and all the guys cheer, just as big arms wrap around my waist, and salty notes of musk and cedar invade my senses. "Holden…" His name is a breathy plea on my lips as I turn in his embrace and hug him back. God, I missed him. "You came." He buries his face in my neck, placing a kiss there before saying, "Where else would I be?" I pull back and find his eyes. "I just, I thought…" I’m stammering when he says, "Stop; I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry."
