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made her feel like he was really seeing her for who she was. And that was a scary, yet thrilling thought.
Chapter Six
Brock woke up slowly, drifting in an out of sleep for an hour or so. Like all bears, he found it very difficult to get up during the dark winter months. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a huge Christmas tree, glittering with baubles and tinsel. He was in Madison’s house. Madison! She was single. And he’d kissed her last night. After so many years of dreaming about her, he had finally touched her and kissed her soft lips. And now she was upstairs, probably still sleeping. He tried to picture her, imagining her wearing a silky nightdress, maybe in a soft pink, with thin shoulder straps. She’d be lying on her side, her long dark hair spread across the pillow, dark eyelashes splayed on her cheeks. Damn, I wish I was there beside her, holding her in my arms, listening to the sound of her breathing as she sleeps, he thought. She was so strong and independent but he also sensed a vulnerability in her, and he yearned to protect and cherish it. So many times the night before, he’d been on the point of asking her about her divorce. She must’ve left the guy. There was no way a man would walk away from a woman like that.
He strained his ears for sounds of her sleeping, but he could only hear Uncle Grayson’s growly snores. He hoped they weren’t audible to human ears as well. He yawned and stretched with the satisfaction of having had a good night’s sleep. The couch was really comfortable, and he hadn’t woken once during the night. He sat up and put his shirt on, buttoning it as he walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside. He gave a low whistle. The snow was deep, maybe three feet in places. Even their four-wheel-drive truck would have a hard time getting through it.
He padded across the hall and into the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the tiles beneath his bare feet. He opened the fridge and surveyed the contents. There were eggs and bacon, and a loaf of bread on the counter. He hesitated. He really wanted to do something nice, but maybe Madison was saving the food for something, and she’d be mad if he started cooking up a storm in her kitchen without asking permission. Surely it was okay to make coffee though, and the coffeemaker looked simple enough – a lot like the one he had in his cabin at home. He filled it up and switched it on, and soon the delicious aroma of good coffee filled the air.
Just as he was wondering whether to pour it and take some cups up to the others, the stairs creaked under the weight of a slow, heavy tread.
“Good morning,” Elsbeth called as Grayson brought her in and deposited her on the sofa. “You make me feel like the Queen of England,” she said, regarding Grayson with sparkling eyes.
“Anything for you, ma’am,” he said, dipping his head in an exaggerated bow. “I don’t know how you’ve been coping with those stairs before though.”
“Oh, very slowly. I’ve also spent a few nights on the couch, when it’s been too much effort to get up to bed. It’s rather comfy, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Brock said with a grin. “I didn’t stir all night. Now, can I get you some coffee?”
“Yes please, dear. With milk; no sugar.”
“Same for me, please, bud,” Grayson said.
“And how about Madison – would she like a cup?”
“I’m sure she would. You could take it to her, if you’d like?” Elsbeth said, and to his surprise, she winked at him.
Brock couldn’t pour the coffee out fast enough. He made sure he didn’t overfill Madison’s cup, and he was soon walking carefully across the hallway and heading up the stairs.
Her door was still shut, but he could hear her stirring, turning over in bed, and sighing softly. He knocked gently.
“Come in,” she called. As he opened the door, she was pulling herself up into a sitting position. She looked breathtaking. Her hair was a little mussed,
Chapter Six
Brock woke up slowly, drifting in an out of sleep for an hour or so. Like all bears, he found it very difficult to get up during the dark winter months. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a huge Christmas tree, glittering with baubles and tinsel. He was in Madison’s house. Madison! She was single. And he’d kissed her last night. After so many years of dreaming about her, he had finally touched her and kissed her soft lips. And now she was upstairs, probably still sleeping. He tried to picture her, imagining her wearing a silky nightdress, maybe in a soft pink, with thin shoulder straps. She’d be lying on her side, her long dark hair spread across the pillow, dark eyelashes splayed on her cheeks. Damn, I wish I was there beside her, holding her in my arms, listening to the sound of her breathing as she sleeps, he thought. She was so strong and independent but he also sensed a vulnerability in her, and he yearned to protect and cherish it. So many times the night before, he’d been on the point of asking her about her divorce. She must’ve left the guy. There was no way a man would walk away from a woman like that.
He strained his ears for sounds of her sleeping, but he could only hear Uncle Grayson’s growly snores. He hoped they weren’t audible to human ears as well. He yawned and stretched with the satisfaction of having had a good night’s sleep. The couch was really comfortable, and he hadn’t woken once during the night. He sat up and put his shirt on, buttoning it as he walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside. He gave a low whistle. The snow was deep, maybe three feet in places. Even their four-wheel-drive truck would have a hard time getting through it.
He padded across the hall and into the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the tiles beneath his bare feet. He opened the fridge and surveyed the contents. There were eggs and bacon, and a loaf of bread on the counter. He hesitated. He really wanted to do something nice, but maybe Madison was saving the food for something, and she’d be mad if he started cooking up a storm in her kitchen without asking permission. Surely it was okay to make coffee though, and the coffeemaker looked simple enough – a lot like the one he had in his cabin at home. He filled it up and switched it on, and soon the delicious aroma of good coffee filled the air.
Just as he was wondering whether to pour it and take some cups up to the others, the stairs creaked under the weight of a slow, heavy tread.
“Good morning,” Elsbeth called as Grayson brought her in and deposited her on the sofa. “You make me feel like the Queen of England,” she said, regarding Grayson with sparkling eyes.
“Anything for you, ma’am,” he said, dipping his head in an exaggerated bow. “I don’t know how you’ve been coping with those stairs before though.”
“Oh, very slowly. I’ve also spent a few nights on the couch, when it’s been too much effort to get up to bed. It’s rather comfy, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Brock said with a grin. “I didn’t stir all night. Now, can I get you some coffee?”
“Yes please, dear. With milk; no sugar.”
“Same for me, please, bud,” Grayson said.
“And how about Madison – would she like a cup?”
“I’m sure she would. You could take it to her, if you’d like?” Elsbeth said, and to his surprise, she winked at him.
Brock couldn’t pour the coffee out fast enough. He made sure he didn’t overfill Madison’s cup, and he was soon walking carefully across the hallway and heading up the stairs.
Her door was still shut, but he could hear her stirring, turning over in bed, and sighing softly. He knocked gently.
“Come in,” she called. As he opened the door, she was pulling herself up into a sitting position. She looked breathtaking. Her hair was a little mussed,
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