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about my friends? And then she remembered Kiki, her coworker, her best friend.
Brock’s reassuring voice met her at just the right moment. “Mavery. I know what you’re thinking. I can see it in your face. You’re thinking about all the changes. I want you to embrace something; this is your new life. This is your new normal.” It sounded like a sound-bite from a movie, but this was no movie, this was real and it was happening right now. “I want you to go get some sleep. It’s late. In the morning, this won’t all look so dark and gloomy. Remember, you are safe. We’re here to protect you.”
Mav hadn’t realized it, but the stress of the day had taken a toll. She was exhausted. “Okay, where do I sleep?”
“Right over here,” motioned Brock. “Why don’t you take this bedroom. It’s mine, but I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
“Oh no. I can’t put you out on the couch. You’ve done so much for me already.”
“I won’t hear of it. Here, take this lantern so you can see. You’ll find another one hanging on the wall in the bedroom with some matches underneath. There’s a bathroom in there as well. Get some sleep, and in the morning, we’ll have breakfast and talk about our plans.”
Will said, “Yeah, I make a hell of a good coffee.” They were trying to cheer her up and it was working.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Morning Light
The next morning the sun shone through one of two windows in the bedroom. Mav looked around from the comfortable bed. She thought back to last night when she had first climbed into bed. She could smell Brock on the sheets, and it was very nice. At the high elevation of the cabin, the room was quite chilly but she’d been warm underneath the heavy comforter all night. As she drifted off to sleep, the one thing she wished she had, however, was the warm feel of Brock laying next to her. This wasn’t a sexual urge, it was just the yearning to have someone to hold; another softly beating heart to be next to.
The men had been right. Now, with light streaming in, everything looked so much more positive. The feeling of gloom inside the pit of her stomach had faded, and Mav could smell fresh brewed coffee. It reminded her a little of being back home with her parents.
She got up and went over to the closet door. She felt a little like she was prying, but not so much that she stopped herself from looking inside. Brock’s clothes were pressed and hung neatly on hangers, each with a uniformed amount of space between the next. There were shelves in which t-shirts, jeans, and other items were folded neatly. The stacks of clothes were so tight and in-line with one another, they looked like they had been folded by a computer. Mav ran her hands across the short row of button-down dress shirts. Should I? , she thought. Without wasting another moment, she dropped her long sleeve pajamas to the ground in a little pile and slipped the white button-down over her shoulders, and buttoned it up. The shirt dwarfed her petite frame—sleeves hung well past the length of her arms and the shirt tails went down to mid-thigh.
She walked out into the main room and found Brock pouring a cup of coffee.
“Good morning,” she said.
While still pouring, Brock replied, “Morning, Mavery.” But when he turned around and saw her he became so distracted that the coffee he was pouring overflowed the cup. “Oh, crap. Damn, that’s hot. Ah, sorry. Um...” He couldn’t avert his eyes, and Mav grinned.
“Sorry, about the shirt, I mean. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all. You look, you look great in it.” Brock struggled to stop himself imagining what she must look like with no shirt on at all. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Like a rock.”
Will walked out from his bedroom, “Well good, little lady. Because today, you’re going to need your rest.” He looked at her bare legs, slender and shapely, then said, “Man if I was only twenty years younger.”
Mav blushed.
“Have a
Brock’s reassuring voice met her at just the right moment. “Mavery. I know what you’re thinking. I can see it in your face. You’re thinking about all the changes. I want you to embrace something; this is your new life. This is your new normal.” It sounded like a sound-bite from a movie, but this was no movie, this was real and it was happening right now. “I want you to go get some sleep. It’s late. In the morning, this won’t all look so dark and gloomy. Remember, you are safe. We’re here to protect you.”
Mav hadn’t realized it, but the stress of the day had taken a toll. She was exhausted. “Okay, where do I sleep?”
“Right over here,” motioned Brock. “Why don’t you take this bedroom. It’s mine, but I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
“Oh no. I can’t put you out on the couch. You’ve done so much for me already.”
“I won’t hear of it. Here, take this lantern so you can see. You’ll find another one hanging on the wall in the bedroom with some matches underneath. There’s a bathroom in there as well. Get some sleep, and in the morning, we’ll have breakfast and talk about our plans.”
Will said, “Yeah, I make a hell of a good coffee.” They were trying to cheer her up and it was working.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Morning Light
The next morning the sun shone through one of two windows in the bedroom. Mav looked around from the comfortable bed. She thought back to last night when she had first climbed into bed. She could smell Brock on the sheets, and it was very nice. At the high elevation of the cabin, the room was quite chilly but she’d been warm underneath the heavy comforter all night. As she drifted off to sleep, the one thing she wished she had, however, was the warm feel of Brock laying next to her. This wasn’t a sexual urge, it was just the yearning to have someone to hold; another softly beating heart to be next to.
The men had been right. Now, with light streaming in, everything looked so much more positive. The feeling of gloom inside the pit of her stomach had faded, and Mav could smell fresh brewed coffee. It reminded her a little of being back home with her parents.
She got up and went over to the closet door. She felt a little like she was prying, but not so much that she stopped herself from looking inside. Brock’s clothes were pressed and hung neatly on hangers, each with a uniformed amount of space between the next. There were shelves in which t-shirts, jeans, and other items were folded neatly. The stacks of clothes were so tight and in-line with one another, they looked like they had been folded by a computer. Mav ran her hands across the short row of button-down dress shirts. Should I? , she thought. Without wasting another moment, she dropped her long sleeve pajamas to the ground in a little pile and slipped the white button-down over her shoulders, and buttoned it up. The shirt dwarfed her petite frame—sleeves hung well past the length of her arms and the shirt tails went down to mid-thigh.
She walked out into the main room and found Brock pouring a cup of coffee.
“Good morning,” she said.
While still pouring, Brock replied, “Morning, Mavery.” But when he turned around and saw her he became so distracted that the coffee he was pouring overflowed the cup. “Oh, crap. Damn, that’s hot. Ah, sorry. Um...” He couldn’t avert his eyes, and Mav grinned.
“Sorry, about the shirt, I mean. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all. You look, you look great in it.” Brock struggled to stop himself imagining what she must look like with no shirt on at all. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Like a rock.”
Will walked out from his bedroom, “Well good, little lady. Because today, you’re going to need your rest.” He looked at her bare legs, slender and shapely, then said, “Man if I was only twenty years younger.”
Mav blushed.
“Have a
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