Page 37 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I lean back against the counter behind me. “Doing what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Her eyes narrow. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know exactly what.”

I do.

I also know I should leave this alone.

Hannah has dangerous men looking for her, a brother she can’t reach, and enough trouble waiting outside my door without me adding another complication.

Then she puts down the cinnamon roll.

“You keep getting close to me.”

I hold her gaze.

“Then you stop.”

I say nothing.

She slides off the stool, and that gets every bit of my attention.

“Hannah.”

“No.”

There is still some humor in her voice, but something more serious runs underneath it. She walks around the end of the island and comes straight toward me.

I stay where I am.

“You pin me against a wall.”

“You broke into my house.”

“You put your hands all over me while we train.”

“I was trying to teach you.”

“You wipe icing off my mouth with your thumb like you’re trying to make me lose my mind.”

My mouth almost moves.

“That one was your fault.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “My fault?”

“You got icing on your mouth.”

She stares at me.

I take another sip.