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besting Willow’s overbearing agent, Ben gunned the engine when he hit the clearing, snow spraying in long, graceful arches behind the runner as he angled toward the center cabin.
Chapter Seven
Curious at the sound of a revving engine, Willow left the kitchentable where she’d been playing solitaire for what felt like years and opened the front door of the cabin. She didn’t need to see who was behind the tinted face mask of a helmet to know it was Ben. Her heart skipped a beat before jumping into a happy dance.
Thinking herself an idiot, she pressed her lips together and waited as he eased to a stop in front of her, killed the engine, and lifted off his headgear.
The cold,crisp air felt good on her face, though she did tuck her arms around herself for warmth. Rome liked his heat and kept the cabin almost too toasty for Willow. Today she’d felt overly warm, sneaking peeks at the thermostat to see if he’d raised the temperature, but he hadn’t. She hoped she wasn’t coming down with a cold.
“Something wrong with your truck?”
“Nah.” He ran a gloved hand over his bare head. “I know you’re not up to skiing just yet, but I thought you might like to take a ride with me.”
Willow flicked her gaze from Ben to the machine and back again, nibbling the corner of her mouth to keep from screaming, hell, yeah! “On that?”
Ben’s eyes locked on the small movement. “Come on. You need a break from your jailer.” A saucy wink. “You know you want to.”
Boy howdy, did she want to. She wanted out of the cabin. Having to plaster her body all over Ben’s backside was icing on the cake. It was a win-win scenario to Willow.
Before she could answer a male voice spoke behind her, giving her a jolt. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Anderson.” Rome grumbled. “It’ll be dark soon.”
Ben shrugged. “‘Bout an hour and if you think about it, it’s a great idea. Give you both a break.”
Willow turned slightly to keep both men in her sight, though she did give Rome puppy eyes. His nostrils flared slightly and he edged back. The action made Willow frown and she barely refrained from sniffing herself. She showered that morning and since she hadn’t done anything more strenuous than sit on her butt, she knew she didn’t stink.
“I won’t let anything happen to her, Felix, you know that.” Ben responded, his tone a fierce promise.
Willow was no longer tricked by Rome’s sleepy, slitted-eye gaze. He might seem content, on the verge of napping half the time, but she’d seen it too much over the last several days, cooped up in the cabin together as they were, to know differently. She’d come to understand the look meant several different things, mainly to hide what he was thinking. Possibly now he was analyzing Ben’s ability and willingness to protect her while out of his sight. With a reluctant nod he said, “Half hour, no more.”
The taut set of Ben’s jaw evaporated as he rolled his eyes in a mock display of exasperation. “Yes, Dad. I promise to have her back before curfew.” He pinned Willow with a captivating grin, skimming her figure from head to toe. When his eyes flicked back to hers, something in that piercing gaze caused a small thrill to tremble low in her belly. “I have a helmet for you, Will, but you need to get a coat and gloves.”
Excited, Willow dashed inside, snatching what she needed from the hall closet before Rome could change his mind. Or herself, for that matter, since the idea of being alone with Ben was both nerve-wracking and highly appealing. She shrugged into the coat and gloves as she stepped back outside.
Under the agent’s watchful gaze, Ben secured Willow’s helmet before repeating the action for himself, hen swung a long leg over the seat. “Now you. Put your feet here.” He positioned her when she sat behind him by placing his hands on her calves. Even through the thick material of her jeans she felt the strength in those hands and wondered what
Chapter Seven
Curious at the sound of a revving engine, Willow left the kitchentable where she’d been playing solitaire for what felt like years and opened the front door of the cabin. She didn’t need to see who was behind the tinted face mask of a helmet to know it was Ben. Her heart skipped a beat before jumping into a happy dance.
Thinking herself an idiot, she pressed her lips together and waited as he eased to a stop in front of her, killed the engine, and lifted off his headgear.
The cold,crisp air felt good on her face, though she did tuck her arms around herself for warmth. Rome liked his heat and kept the cabin almost too toasty for Willow. Today she’d felt overly warm, sneaking peeks at the thermostat to see if he’d raised the temperature, but he hadn’t. She hoped she wasn’t coming down with a cold.
“Something wrong with your truck?”
“Nah.” He ran a gloved hand over his bare head. “I know you’re not up to skiing just yet, but I thought you might like to take a ride with me.”
Willow flicked her gaze from Ben to the machine and back again, nibbling the corner of her mouth to keep from screaming, hell, yeah! “On that?”
Ben’s eyes locked on the small movement. “Come on. You need a break from your jailer.” A saucy wink. “You know you want to.”
Boy howdy, did she want to. She wanted out of the cabin. Having to plaster her body all over Ben’s backside was icing on the cake. It was a win-win scenario to Willow.
Before she could answer a male voice spoke behind her, giving her a jolt. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Anderson.” Rome grumbled. “It’ll be dark soon.”
Ben shrugged. “‘Bout an hour and if you think about it, it’s a great idea. Give you both a break.”
Willow turned slightly to keep both men in her sight, though she did give Rome puppy eyes. His nostrils flared slightly and he edged back. The action made Willow frown and she barely refrained from sniffing herself. She showered that morning and since she hadn’t done anything more strenuous than sit on her butt, she knew she didn’t stink.
“I won’t let anything happen to her, Felix, you know that.” Ben responded, his tone a fierce promise.
Willow was no longer tricked by Rome’s sleepy, slitted-eye gaze. He might seem content, on the verge of napping half the time, but she’d seen it too much over the last several days, cooped up in the cabin together as they were, to know differently. She’d come to understand the look meant several different things, mainly to hide what he was thinking. Possibly now he was analyzing Ben’s ability and willingness to protect her while out of his sight. With a reluctant nod he said, “Half hour, no more.”
The taut set of Ben’s jaw evaporated as he rolled his eyes in a mock display of exasperation. “Yes, Dad. I promise to have her back before curfew.” He pinned Willow with a captivating grin, skimming her figure from head to toe. When his eyes flicked back to hers, something in that piercing gaze caused a small thrill to tremble low in her belly. “I have a helmet for you, Will, but you need to get a coat and gloves.”
Excited, Willow dashed inside, snatching what she needed from the hall closet before Rome could change his mind. Or herself, for that matter, since the idea of being alone with Ben was both nerve-wracking and highly appealing. She shrugged into the coat and gloves as she stepped back outside.
Under the agent’s watchful gaze, Ben secured Willow’s helmet before repeating the action for himself, hen swung a long leg over the seat. “Now you. Put your feet here.” He positioned her when she sat behind him by placing his hands on her calves. Even through the thick material of her jeans she felt the strength in those hands and wondered what
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