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So much for extra security.
Without even looking over at me, she pulled a couple of bobby pins from her hair, fashioning them in some way I didn’t understand. She opened the cabin door in less than a minute and gestured for me to enter.
“No window breaking necessary.” She smiled, though it faded as I didn’t bother to hide the shock—and concern.
“Who are you?” I demanded, hesitating to step inside. “Because I don’t know a single woman who can do anything that you just did.”
She shrugged her shoulders, though I could see redness in her cheeks forming. “I, uh, I’m just self-sufficient.”
“Yeah, sowhoare you? What’s your name?” I asked, still blocking the doorway of the house and holding the smelly mutt of a dog.
Who was kind of cute.
“Cheyenne Mato,” she answered, her voice as hesitant as I was to let her in the cabin. “Who are you?”
“Wade Littleton,” I answered her, not used to having to answer that question. Everyone around this area—and most of Texas––knew who I was. Usually, they knew me before I ever had a clue as to who they were.
“Well, Wade Littleton,” she began, pointing inside the cabin. “I’m freezing, and I would like to get warm.”
My eyes drifted down the tank top clinging to her skin—man, she wasfit.“Okay, fair enough.” I stepped out of the way, letting her lead the way into the small hunting cabin. There wasn’t much of anything there, though it was nicer than I remembered it being.
Maybe there is running water.
I reached for the light switch, illuminating the small living area. There was a small, burgundy leather loveseat and a matching recliner, but beyond that, there wasn’t much—not even a TV.
“This is nice,” Cheyenne commented, sitting her dog down. He shook off the moisture before running and jumping up on the couch, leaving a wet smear. I cringed at the sight but brushed it off.
We won’t be here long.
Before I could say anything about the dog on the couch, a loud rip of thunder roared just outside the cabin, and the light flickered...
And then went completelydark.
“Oh shit!” I heard Cheyenne call out as it sounded like she ran into something in the kitchen.
“I’ll have to find some flashlights or candles.” I peered around the room before pulling my phone from my pocket.
No service.
I only had thirty-three percent of my battery left, too, but that wasn’t going to stop me from using the flashlight feature. I hit the button, and while the phone light wasn’t spectacular, it was better than scrounging around in the pitch black. I headed toward the kitchen, where Cheyenne was already hunched over, digging underneath the kitchen sink.
“I found a couple of candles and…” she clicked on a flashlight, “…this, too.”
Resourceful.
“Do you happen to know where any matches are?”
“Uh, one of the kitchen drawers, maybe?” I shrugged, glancing around the tiny kitchen. The kitchen back at the house was the size of the entire hunting cabin, but the smallness of the place wasn’t suffocating.
Not quite like the woman standing in front of me.
“Isn’t this your cabin?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes.
“It is myfamily’scabin,” I pointed out. “And I don’t keep tabs on matches or lighters, thanks.”
She grumbled something under her breath before spinning around and rummaging through the drawers. I stood there watching Cheyenne for a few minutes until she stopped and looked up at me.
“Are you going to help or not?”
