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How does that disappear so quickly?
“No. You won’t.” He shoves the plate in my chest, his brows furrowed and wild. “It’s fine. This is my life. Not yours.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Colt storms off and slams the back door before I can mumble anything.
There’s no point and I slump down on the sofa, my heart broken.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Colt
Thecrunchoftheice beneath my boots sounds exactly how my heart feels.
She can’t leave.
I grab the axe from the tool shed, my head a whirlwind of crazy thoughts. How could she want to leave after last night? Holding her while she snored so softly. So fucking adorably. The way her body moved, slick and naked through my sheets.
Goddammit.
“God damn it all to hell!” I shout, my voice bouncing off the mountainside.
The sun is peeking through the valley. The warmth is nothing to how cold I feel inside. I’ve screwed up, yet again. Goddammit. My blood races through my veins as I move towards the chopping block. I need to let this simmering rage out.
She’s mine. She’s mine.
I lift the axe, splitting the first log with an earth-shattering blow. I set the next one up and make quick work of that too.
Why am I like this? Why can’t I just listen and accept her for what she is?
A bird lands nearby, chirping softly like everything is normal in the world. Today is just another day in the wild. Its feathers are fluffy from being wet, probably caught in the storm like Hannah. But it hasn’t dulled the excitement of the bounty of worms that will be brought to the surface by the wet, dewy ground.
The bird’s life is this mountain and its business as normal up here.
Why can’t my life be that fucking simple?
Nothing about today is normal. Nothing about the way my heart exploded at the sight of Hannah’s bare body laying beside me the moment my eyes opened. It was all I could do not to curl up against her, nudge my morning wood between her smooth legs and wake her up the way I intend to do for the rest of my damn life.
She can’t leave.
Another log suffers the brunt of my emotions. I need to let it all out before I talk to Hannah again. I can’t speak to her the way I did before. No matter how badly I want this to work, I need to show her my world. Show her that she could be happy here if she would just give it a chance.
Wecould be happy if she just let us.
Too much time together has been left behind already. I’m not about to lose more.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but the pile of chopped logs builds quickly and sweat cools the heat on my face. The storm has passed, and the pent-up anger inside of me seems to be clearing, but then I hear the cabin door shut behind me and I’m spinning on the spot to see Hannah stepping down the veranda.
She can’t leave.
I remind myself what I’ve done. Cutting her fuel line was an act I pulled because I knew deep down, somewhere along the way, I would fuck this up.
Every day, I still hear the yelling of my father in my ears. I still see the redness in his face and the frustrated scrunch of his fists as he tells me I’ve screwed up. Yet again.
Yep. I’ve lived inside my own head for long enough to know I need more than a second chance with Hannah.
I hold the axe by my side, my chest heavy with exhaustion. Some clouds have moved over the morning sun, but the weather always shifts quickly on the mountain. I just hope it remains this way long enough for me to get that smile back on Hannah’s face.
I take a seat on the block, remaining quiet enough to observe Hannah as she moves around the perimeter of the cabin. She’s holding a pen in one hand, the clipboard in the other. Every now and then she leans down, her big, round ass looking so damn perfect.Fuck.Yesterday that would have driven me wild, but right now, all I’m thinking is I hope it’s not the last I see of it.
