I brushed my hand over the metal tracks in the mat and realized what they were. These seats could bemoved. Possibly to actually make room for a stretcher. So that meant… Well, why didn’t we sleep in here?
I climbed up and inspected the seats, only to notice the cushions could be removed too. That was awesome. I could make an extra bed with this material.
The one concern was heat. The nights were cold, but I didn’t want to move the cushions to the stone cabin for fear they’d get torn.
To be honest, I’d rather sleep in the helicopter. I’d be off the ground, away from critters and potential spidery monsters, and I’d feel more like I was indoors.
I could totally picture Hyatt and me here. Maybe naked. I bet he looked hot as hell naked. He looked hot as hell with clothes on, so the odds were good.
Fat chance of that happening, but a girl could fantasize. It actually wasn’t my fault he was suddenly my type. He was just so tall and solid and handsome and… His blue eyes held years of experience, and the corners crinkled when he smiled and scowled. The latter happened a lot. He was rocking some silver too, both in his hair and trimmed beard.
Anyway.
CHAPTER 4
James Hyatt
What was she doing?
And why thefuckwas she only wearing panties and a top?
Then I spotted the clothes draped across rocks outside the cabin, and I put two and two together. She’d found water, and she’d done laundry.
Did she have to be so perfectly curvy? Those hips were made for grabbing. Her waistline was smaller, but she had some softness there too. Thatass…
Okay, I was done. Done and irritated. She was gonna be a distraction.
I wiped sweat off my forehead and climbed the last bit, and then I trailed over to the helipad.
The closer I got, the more I could see. She’d moved the two rows of seats that could be moved. She’d made an open space on the floor, and she was laying out the seat cushions to create what I assumed was a bed.
“Are you honestly redecorating?”
She yelped and spun around inside the helicopter, and she clutched her chest. “Jesus Christ, you can’t sneak up on people like that!”
I clenched my jaw. She could at least put on a fucking bra.
Six days to go.
“I was trying to be nice and return your mattress,” she said with a huff. “Your turn. Where have you been?”
I was still distracted. And irritated. “I saw a bunch of pheasants in the valley, so I set up a trap after I talked to my OH.”
“What’s an OH?”
“My CO. Operations handler. Can you put on your clothes? You’re gonna get sick.”
She knitted her brows. “It’s like seventy-five degrees.”
No, by the look of things, it was much colder.
“Whatever,” I muttered, heading toward the cabin. “Don’t come cryin’ to me when you get pneumonia.”
She let out a laugh that stopped me in my tracks, and I scowled back at her.
That made her stop. “Oh. You were serious.” She turned solemn, but it was bullshit. “I promise. I won’t come crying to you on my deathbed.”
I gnashed my teeth and walked away once more?—
