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The helicopter takes off, the wind from the blades whipping up the snow on the ground. I cling to Hudson harder, tighter, afraid to let go.

“That’s some woman who hit her head when some guy ran into her. They’re taking her straight to the hospital as a precaution because she passed out for a few seconds. I’m fine,” Hudson says.

“But you did fall into a tree well?” my dad asks.

“Yeah.” Hudson leans back to see me, but I bury my head in his neck. “I got myself out, and they checked me out. I’m good. My arms hurt from climbing, and I have some scrapes, lost my board, but I’m good. Look at me.”

I inch back and cradle his face.

He smiles. “I’m here.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so stupid.”

“And that’s my cue. We’ll take Adley for the night. You two figure this out.” My dad walks away.

I squirm out of Hudson’s arms. If they’re sore, he doesn’t need to be holding me. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

“We don’t have to talk. I shouldn’t have asked you to marry me. I just want you in whatever way I can have you. You’re right. A piece of paper doesn’t change anything.”

I shake my head, ready to pour out my heart to him. “Hudson?—”

“I just want to go home. I’m exhausted and sore. Drive me home?”

Giving him a small smile, I say, “I’ll gladly play nursemaid.”

We both head to the parking lot, and he passes me his keys.

“Will you wear that baby doll nightie while taking care of me?” he asks.

I laugh, although this conversation isn’t over. I’m going to tell him everything, but I’ll let him get his rest first. “Whatever you want.”

“I want.” He waggles his eyebrows.

He climbs into his truck, and I drive us home, a plan forming in my head. It’s about time I show him exactly how much he means to me.

Hudson sleeps for three hours, which is perfect because it gives me time to get everything ready.

When he stirs awake and rolls over, he finds me staring at him. The anticipation of what I’m about to do is so great that I want to do it as soon as he wakes up.

He jolts back. “Jesus, Palmer. You scared me.”

“Sorry.”

He slowly sits up, his bare chest on display, and I bite my lip because he looks sexy as hell right now. “What’s going on? Why are you staring at me like a stalker?”

I grab my laptop from the nightstand and hand it to him. “Read.”

He rubs his eyes and blinks a few times. “Right now?”

I slide it forward even more. “Yes, now.”

“Okay.” He looks at me as though maybe I’m losing it.

“Could you read it out loud? They tell you to read your manuscript out loud to identify any problems.”

“Really?” I smile sweetly, and he nods. “Fine.”

Pete came into the bedroom carrying pancakes with a hidden treasure under the first one. He couldn’t wait to ask her, his excitement already rising to a level he never imagined.

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