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“Good, I’ve got Rae.”
Duh.
Peter led us up a flight of stairs as I surveyed the room. A log cabin. Most everything was rustic and made of thickly polished woods in cherry, oak, and mahogany, but it was clean and spacious. R.J. built a fire in the main hearth as we turned a corner on the second floor and headed into the master bedroom.
“I texted your mother. She knows where you are,” Peter informed me as he closed and locked the door, letting my feet slowly rest on the floor.
“That makes one of us.”
“This cabin is one of Mack’s old haunts.”
I frowned. Was this whole mess related to Mack somehow?
Pete walked slowly forward and sank onto the edge of the king size four poster bed. “My feet are killing me. Damn boots.”
He was pretty good at avoidance, I knew this by now.
“When are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I demanded.
“Baby it’s late, and I’m tired. Right now all I want to do is hold you and get a few hours of sleep.”
“How long are we going to be here?”
“I’m not sure.”
“How long?” I asked again, agitated and grinding my teeth to keep from yelling.
“Until I know it’s safe for you to go home.”
“Don’t you think I should have some say in that?” my hands landed on my hips as I stared him down.
“No.”
“Oh really?” I fumed, walking up and pointing a finger at the center of his chest. “You’re not going to order me around or control my life, Peter.”
He sighed, “As much as I think you’re adorable when you’re angry, I’m not ready to discuss everything yet. I need sleep. I’ve had several nights in a row with hardly any rest, protecting you if you remember. So if you want to stand there pissed off and cold instead of warming up beside me then go ahead. Baby, I’m not dictating shit.”
He smirked as he dropped his boots on the floor, then his pants and leather jacket on the edge of the bed. Down to a t-shirt and boxers, he slipped under the covers and rested back against the pillows. Both arms rested behind his head as his muscles flexed.
Ignoring the way he was looking at me I began to pace, becoming angrier with every step. He was brushing me off. Both of us knew I wouldn’t last long. A bitter chill was working its way into my bones, partly from the cooler night air and partially from the adrenaline rush of earlier and my fear. I began to tremble, a little at first and then more until my teeth chattered.
Peter’s eyes never left me, “Come to bed baby.”
I shook my head.
“Please, honey, you’re freezing, and it makes me anxious to see you suffering out of spite.”
I sighed, kicking off my boots and throwing clothes on the floor out of frustration. He held the covers open and I slipped in beside him, immediately engulfed in a warm cocoon of his body heat.
“Damn Rae, you’re freezing.”
He began to rub my arms gently to increase the circulation and warmth, his long, lean fingers massaging in slow firm strokes. Once he was assured of their renewed heat, he moved to my feet and began to massage them under the blankets.
I sighed, finally letting my body relax.
“Feel good?”
“Uh huh,” I murmured.
