Was that a voice calling out? It was too faint to be sure. I call back, but my voice is blown out. Gathering up my things, I try to roll to the side, then bring myself to kneeling.
Some twigs snap right beside the boulder. I shrink back in shock.
Oh my… Is that a bear?
No.A gigantic man is lumbering toward me!
He's definitely a local mountain guy, wearing a green plaid flannel shirt, well worn jeans, and work boots. And his thick arms have definitely chopped down a few trees.
He's tall, dark and, frankly, grouchy looking, but there's something about him that radiates strength and confidence. He's obviously the kind of take-charge guy who will probably think I'm a pitiful mess.
As he comes closer, my mouth falls open in shock at the warmth and depth in his beautiful dark hazel eyes.
It doesn't matter that he's scowling as if I've just ruined his day.
He's gorgeous. No, not just gorgeous… He's panty-drenchingsexy.
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