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seen on TV, this was a foreign land, full of large, dangerous, carnivorous animals. Like bears. Big bears.
Inside, Kent gave me the grand tour, ending at my room, which happened to be next to his, just like at home. As usual, a wall would separate us.
“I hadn’t realized we were staying here for more than a day,” I said as I checked out my new digs. They were just as lux as at home too.
“I thought we’d stay for a week. Did you have other plans? I can arrange for an earlier return flight.”
“Um…” A week? We would be here for a week? Out here in this wilderness? Alone? Just the two of us?
It was so romantic.
And so dangerous…not just because of the bears.
Yep, my scheming stepbrother knew what he was doing by bringing me here.
“I guess it’s okay.” I flopped on the bed and closed my eyes. My body felt like it weighed more than a thousand pounds. I’d slept almost seven hours on the plane, but already I was ready to fall asleep again. Was this the infamous jet lag making me so sleepy?
The bed was heavenly, like floating on clouds. I sank into it, limbs growing heavier. Darkness swallowing me.
I couldn’t fight it anymore.
Chapter 8
Coffee?
Coffee!
Bacon!
I was in heaven. And Kent was a freaking angel.
I blinked open my eyes, momentarily forgetting where I was. Oh yes. Alaska. I was in Alaska. Somewhere. I checked my cell phone for messages. Normally I heard from Mom every few days. I wouldn’t be hearing from her today. Or from Ransom. No service.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, I dressed in the brand new jeans, T-shirt, and sweatshirt I found in the closet then hurried down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Last night’s dinner had been huge, but my stomach was growling this morning. Empty.
I arrived to find Kent standing at the stove, a pair of sweatpants hanging from his hips. No shirt. Now that was a view worth a million bucks. More like a billion.
A year from now, would he be standing in our kitchen, cooking breakfast? Or will this thing we’d started unravel by then? God, I hoped it wouldn’t. Not only did this guy bail me out of one scrape after another, but he did so eagerly, happily. I appreciated that more than he could ever know. But that wasn’t why I couldn’t imagine my life without Kent anymore. Since spring break, Kent had slowly, gradually become one of the most important people in my life.
Openly admiring the view, I helped myself to a cup of coffee and sat at the massive farm table in the kitchen’s center.
Kent grinned over his shoulder. “You’re alive.”
“It’s a miracle, I know.” I sipped the coffee. It was mind-blowingly good. “Sorry. I totally crashed last night.”
“Not a problem. I caught up on some work.”
“What’s on our agenda today?”
“We could finish the walk we started last night. Maybe go for a hike.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I motioned to my jeans. “At least this time I’m dressed for the weather.”
“Good.” He set a plate heaped high with eggs in front of me. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
I eyed the mountain of yellow. It rivaled the massive snow-capped mountains outside. “There is absolutely no way I can eat all that.”
“Trust me. You’ll be sorry if you don’t. This air will make anyone as hungry as a grizzly.” He placed a second plate of eggs on the table, added a plate full of crispy bacon and then sat across from me and dug in. “I figure we’ll get in at least ten miles today.”
Was this really the Kent I knew? The one who normally drove his fancy cars everywhere? Who lived in suits and ties? Who practically dripped fine culture from every pore?
“Ten?” I gulped hard, not because I was trying to swallow a mouthful of eggs.
“What’s wrong, princess? Is that too much for you?”
My hackles went up. And then I got really annoyed because it was so easy for him to push my buttons. Even now.
I jammed a big mouthful of eggs
Inside, Kent gave me the grand tour, ending at my room, which happened to be next to his, just like at home. As usual, a wall would separate us.
“I hadn’t realized we were staying here for more than a day,” I said as I checked out my new digs. They were just as lux as at home too.
“I thought we’d stay for a week. Did you have other plans? I can arrange for an earlier return flight.”
“Um…” A week? We would be here for a week? Out here in this wilderness? Alone? Just the two of us?
It was so romantic.
And so dangerous…not just because of the bears.
Yep, my scheming stepbrother knew what he was doing by bringing me here.
“I guess it’s okay.” I flopped on the bed and closed my eyes. My body felt like it weighed more than a thousand pounds. I’d slept almost seven hours on the plane, but already I was ready to fall asleep again. Was this the infamous jet lag making me so sleepy?
The bed was heavenly, like floating on clouds. I sank into it, limbs growing heavier. Darkness swallowing me.
I couldn’t fight it anymore.
Chapter 8
Coffee?
Coffee!
Bacon!
I was in heaven. And Kent was a freaking angel.
I blinked open my eyes, momentarily forgetting where I was. Oh yes. Alaska. I was in Alaska. Somewhere. I checked my cell phone for messages. Normally I heard from Mom every few days. I wouldn’t be hearing from her today. Or from Ransom. No service.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, I dressed in the brand new jeans, T-shirt, and sweatshirt I found in the closet then hurried down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Last night’s dinner had been huge, but my stomach was growling this morning. Empty.
I arrived to find Kent standing at the stove, a pair of sweatpants hanging from his hips. No shirt. Now that was a view worth a million bucks. More like a billion.
A year from now, would he be standing in our kitchen, cooking breakfast? Or will this thing we’d started unravel by then? God, I hoped it wouldn’t. Not only did this guy bail me out of one scrape after another, but he did so eagerly, happily. I appreciated that more than he could ever know. But that wasn’t why I couldn’t imagine my life without Kent anymore. Since spring break, Kent had slowly, gradually become one of the most important people in my life.
Openly admiring the view, I helped myself to a cup of coffee and sat at the massive farm table in the kitchen’s center.
Kent grinned over his shoulder. “You’re alive.”
“It’s a miracle, I know.” I sipped the coffee. It was mind-blowingly good. “Sorry. I totally crashed last night.”
“Not a problem. I caught up on some work.”
“What’s on our agenda today?”
“We could finish the walk we started last night. Maybe go for a hike.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I motioned to my jeans. “At least this time I’m dressed for the weather.”
“Good.” He set a plate heaped high with eggs in front of me. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
I eyed the mountain of yellow. It rivaled the massive snow-capped mountains outside. “There is absolutely no way I can eat all that.”
“Trust me. You’ll be sorry if you don’t. This air will make anyone as hungry as a grizzly.” He placed a second plate of eggs on the table, added a plate full of crispy bacon and then sat across from me and dug in. “I figure we’ll get in at least ten miles today.”
Was this really the Kent I knew? The one who normally drove his fancy cars everywhere? Who lived in suits and ties? Who practically dripped fine culture from every pore?
“Ten?” I gulped hard, not because I was trying to swallow a mouthful of eggs.
“What’s wrong, princess? Is that too much for you?”
My hackles went up. And then I got really annoyed because it was so easy for him to push my buttons. Even now.
I jammed a big mouthful of eggs
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