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Cassie’s body trembled from touching Lucas familiarly so often these past few days. The contact might not be considered intimate to anyone other than her, but touching any man went far beyond her comfort zone. Of course, not so long ago, their bodies had been pressed against each other as she tried to keep him warm.
She lit her white meditation candle to bring her her inner peace and comfort. Breathing in its pure light, she invited Mama Quilla into her sacred space, hoping She would remove this sense of…fear? That was the only word to describe what she felt. Her stomach had churned every minute since Lucas crashed into her sanctuary. Her heart beat erratically any time he drew near.
Similar feelings of fear around men had plagued her for five years, and yet it had evolved to be different somehow now.
Cassie closed her eyes and let her mind float to a place of beauty and peace, an Andean meadow where mountain flowers bobbed on the spring breeze, against a backdrop of steep, snow-covered peaks. Soon her body stopped shaking, allowing her to begin her meditation.
Confounding thoughts of Luke— no, call him Lucas—continued to keep her earthbound and unable to reach the deep meditative state she sought.
Lucas smiling.
Leave me alone.
Lucas bare-chested.
Leave me alone!
Lucas lying on top of her.
Leave. Me. Alone!
She could not rid her mind of the intrusive images. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She sighed and leaned forward to pinch out the candle flame with her finger and thumb. Perhaps she should go to the shed to check on the animals and make sure they were okay. Were her babies aware that an unwanted male had invaded their once safe, peaceful sanctuary? Did they care? Life was so simple for them. They had each other for company and Cassie to see to their needs.
Lucas would sleep for hours most likely. His body remained weak from his accident—although, when her hand pressed against his chest, she had not detected any sign of such weakness. The man was solid sinew and muscle. He must be very active at something besides carpentry and art. She had no interest in finding out how he stayed in shape.
None whatsoever. In fact, she had no interest in the man at all. She just wanted him off her mountain!
When she entered the shed, Graciela came to her side immediately, distressed about something. “What is the matter, girl? Having a hard time sleeping with that swollen belly of yours?” The alpaca hummed, expressing her misery, and Cassie sympathized with the poor dear. This cria would be a first for both of them. So far, everything seemed to be going well with the pregnancy. According to Cassie’s sources, alpacas tended not to need a lot of help birthing their babies. Still, Cassie sensed this would not be an easy delivery—perhaps because neither of them had been through the experience before. And she had learned the hard way to trust her instincts.
Or was she projecting her own jitters about being a first-time mamina onto the creature? The four alpacas had only been here about six months, and she still had much to learn.
“What shall we do about him, Graciela?” The alpaca gave her a blank stare before humming again. Of course, she did not know the person Cassie mentioned. The alpacas had not yet met Lucas.
Cassie gave her a pat on the neck before setting to work filling the feed bins and heated water trough. Leaving the warm, dry shed, she fought to find her way back to the house using the rope lines strung between the buildings. The wind had whipped up and torrents of snow lashed at her face. The snowstorm had brewed slowly the first two days at blizzard strength, but now the winds had decreased somewhat. She wished they would blow away the snow blocking Lucas’s exit, but knew from experience, strong winds only meant even higher drifts to deal with, lengthening the amount of time he might be stuck up here.
When would she be rid of the man sleeping inside her cabin?
She entered the mudroom and
She lit her white meditation candle to bring her her inner peace and comfort. Breathing in its pure light, she invited Mama Quilla into her sacred space, hoping She would remove this sense of…fear? That was the only word to describe what she felt. Her stomach had churned every minute since Lucas crashed into her sanctuary. Her heart beat erratically any time he drew near.
Similar feelings of fear around men had plagued her for five years, and yet it had evolved to be different somehow now.
Cassie closed her eyes and let her mind float to a place of beauty and peace, an Andean meadow where mountain flowers bobbed on the spring breeze, against a backdrop of steep, snow-covered peaks. Soon her body stopped shaking, allowing her to begin her meditation.
Confounding thoughts of Luke— no, call him Lucas—continued to keep her earthbound and unable to reach the deep meditative state she sought.
Lucas smiling.
Leave me alone.
Lucas bare-chested.
Leave me alone!
Lucas lying on top of her.
Leave. Me. Alone!
She could not rid her mind of the intrusive images. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She sighed and leaned forward to pinch out the candle flame with her finger and thumb. Perhaps she should go to the shed to check on the animals and make sure they were okay. Were her babies aware that an unwanted male had invaded their once safe, peaceful sanctuary? Did they care? Life was so simple for them. They had each other for company and Cassie to see to their needs.
Lucas would sleep for hours most likely. His body remained weak from his accident—although, when her hand pressed against his chest, she had not detected any sign of such weakness. The man was solid sinew and muscle. He must be very active at something besides carpentry and art. She had no interest in finding out how he stayed in shape.
None whatsoever. In fact, she had no interest in the man at all. She just wanted him off her mountain!
When she entered the shed, Graciela came to her side immediately, distressed about something. “What is the matter, girl? Having a hard time sleeping with that swollen belly of yours?” The alpaca hummed, expressing her misery, and Cassie sympathized with the poor dear. This cria would be a first for both of them. So far, everything seemed to be going well with the pregnancy. According to Cassie’s sources, alpacas tended not to need a lot of help birthing their babies. Still, Cassie sensed this would not be an easy delivery—perhaps because neither of them had been through the experience before. And she had learned the hard way to trust her instincts.
Or was she projecting her own jitters about being a first-time mamina onto the creature? The four alpacas had only been here about six months, and she still had much to learn.
“What shall we do about him, Graciela?” The alpaca gave her a blank stare before humming again. Of course, she did not know the person Cassie mentioned. The alpacas had not yet met Lucas.
Cassie gave her a pat on the neck before setting to work filling the feed bins and heated water trough. Leaving the warm, dry shed, she fought to find her way back to the house using the rope lines strung between the buildings. The wind had whipped up and torrents of snow lashed at her face. The snowstorm had brewed slowly the first two days at blizzard strength, but now the winds had decreased somewhat. She wished they would blow away the snow blocking Lucas’s exit, but knew from experience, strong winds only meant even higher drifts to deal with, lengthening the amount of time he might be stuck up here.
When would she be rid of the man sleeping inside her cabin?
She entered the mudroom and
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