Hell Transporter (Between)

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more sunscreen,” he said, referring to the blush on my cheeks. I smacked him out of principle, but he just laughed.
    The sun was going down by the time we got back to the cabin and I ran upstairs to change out of my swimsuit before starting dinner. When Dad asked if Aiden was going to join us, my happy bubble burst at the thought of him alone in the woods. I shook my head as I pulled a bag of penne pasta out of the cupboard, trying to sound more nonchalant than I felt.
    “No, he wanted to give us some time alone. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
    Dad looked surprised. “Really? When did he say that?”
    I froze in place, my hand suspended in mid-air, reaching towards the pots and pans. I realized he’d barely said two words to me before he left last night. Dad had been standing there the whole time. I grabbed a pot and hoped Dad didn’t notice my mental stutter.
    “Um… when you called on the cell phone, I told him you were coming and he said he’d stop by to meet you, but that he’d take off for a day so we could be alone.” I prayed my explanation didn’t sound too suspicious, but he bought it and went into the living room to build the fire back up. I let out the breath I’d been holding, thanking God for getting me through yet another close call.
    Dinner was a pretty quiet affair, but afterward we played Scrabble and I beat him soundly two games in a row. He joked that at least he was getting his money’s worth out of my college education. It was getting late and I should have been tired after spending all day in the sun on the lake, but I was twitching like I’d been knocking back shots of espresso. Dad, on the other hand, was fading fast. He took a final sip of his hot cocoa and called it a night.
    After he went upstairs, I paced the floor in my pink flannel nightgown and slippers, trying to decide what to do. I thought about talking to Aiden, but he hadn’t reached out to me all day.
    You can go one day without him, Lindsey, I told myself. I scanned the bookshelf and pulled out one of my mom’s paperbacks, then settled onto the couch to read. The cover of the book was torn off and I got a good fifty pages into the book before I realized that it was a bodice ripper.
    “I brought you some refreshments.” Laurabelle held out the tray of lemonade and cookies, her southern drawl coming out strong.
    Dax glanced up from the car motor he was working on and put one hand over his brow, squinting. The sun streamed in from behind her, lighting her long, strawberry blonde hair like a halo. He could see the outline of her naked body through her thin cotton dress.
    “Delicious,” he murmured as she turned away from him and set down the tray, the light showing off her shapely legs. He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, and she could feel his desire pressing against her. She twisted in his embrace and he leaned her against the body of the car, pulling her dress up and wedging himself between her legs. Moaning, she reached for his zipper…
    “Holy crap!” I dropped the book in my lap, my heart racing. Even though I knew I was alone, I glanced guilty around the room as if someone might have seen my blush. I flipped it over and read the back cover, which would have clued me in that it was a bosom buster, if I’d thought to read that first. I tossed it back on the bookshelf, feeling shocked and disconcertedly turned on.
    Standing in front of the fire, my limbs tingling, I tried not to think about Aiden. I could hear the sounds of the forest coming alive outside, the frogs croaking and crickets chirping, and decided I needed some fresh air to help clear my head.
    I padded out onto the deck in my jammies, taking deep breaths of the cool night air. The stars filled the sky with their twinkling brilliance and I gazed up at them in awe. Aiden was out there in the woods somewhere, I knew, and my eyes scanned the trees looking for any sign of him. Moonlight pooled on the lake with a blue liquid glow and I

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