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ozarks,
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reunion,
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second chances,
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Marriage Proposal,
Raging Storm,
Whose Ring
head, Gavin moved to greet his friend. He was surprised to see him there. His pals had a standing invitation to join him whenever he was using the cabin, but usually they called before showing up. “Hey, Rob. What are you doing here? How’d you get past the flood and the downed tree?”
Rob opened the door all the way, shaking water out of his curly dark hair like a wet labradoodle as he stood just outside on the porch. “I won’t come in—my boots are too muddy. We drove up in J.T.’s off-road rig. Nearly floated it at the bottom of the hill. You have two trees uprooted, by the way. There’s another a quarter mile down the road. I left the other guys working down there, and I hiked up to let you know we’re here—in the rain, I might add, though it’s almost stopped now, at least for a little while. You’re going to owe me for this one.”
“Other guys?”
“Yeah. J.T. and — O h. Hello.” Rob was looking over Gavin’s shoulder and it wasn’t hard to guess what, or rather who, had brought the look of surprised speculation to his face.
Belatedly realizing that donning his shirt as he’d entered Rob’s field of vision might have given him the wrong idea about what he and Jenny had been doing in the bedroom, Gavin cleared his throat. “Rob Lopez, this is Jenny Baer. Jenny and I knew each other back in college. Long story, but Lizzie at the leasing office screwed up and rented the cabin to Jenny for the weekend. Jenny didn’t expect to find me here when she arrived in the middle of the storm last night.”
Rob’s eyebrows lifted. “Well, that’s awkward. Is that your car out front, Jenny?”
“Yes.” If she was at all uncomfortable, it didn’t show in her polite expression when she moved fully into the room. “I arrived just ahead of the worst part of the storm. Gavin allowed me to sleep on his couch last night and I’ve been trying to help him clear the drive today.”
Rob glanced from her to Gavin and back. “He put you on the couch? What’s wrong with the back bedroom?”
“Roof’s leaking,” Gavin grumbled. “Lost a few shingles in the storms last night. I was going to work on that after I got the trees out of the road. Power’s out, too.”
Rob nodded. “We can help with the roof. Looks like you’ve made good progress on the near tree. Won’t take long to haul it out of the way, assuming the next wave of rain holds off long enough.”
Feeling increasingly disoriented, Gavin pushed his left hand through his hair. “You want to tell me what y’all are doing here?”
With a shrug, his friend answered lightly , “Impulsive road trip. We heard about the storm damage in this area. There wasn’t any destruction to deal with in our part of the state, so we figured you could use an extra hand—or six—with cleanup here. You being short a hand of your own and all. We didn’t know you already had a very nice pair of hands up here helping out.”
Rob winked at Jenny as he spoke. The way she smiled in response made it clear that the woman who’d been so notably composed during the past few hours was not immune to Rob’s notorious charm. Gavin felt his brows drawing into a scowl, and he deliberately smoothed his expression. It wasn’t his business if Jenny fell for Rob’s overused lines.
He moved abruptly toward the door. “I left my boots and gloves on the porch. Jenny, now that the guys are here to help, there’s no need for you to come back out. You can just rest in here for now.”
Reaching up to tidy her ponytail, she crossed the room behind him. “Actually, I’d just as soon help rather than sit in here in the dark. My tablet and phone are getting low on power, so I can’t really work, anyway.”
H e had no good argument. He certainly couldn’t tell her he found her presence too distracting while he tried to work.
“Whatever you want to do.” Without looking back at her again, he all but pushed past Rob to step out onto the porch and reach for his
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