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“Be careful not to knock that over,” I order, pointing over at Nan’s tree.
“The ugly little tree?” He asks, stepping closer to inspect it so I snap my fingers to bring his attention back to me.
“Leave it alone, shut up, and come eat.” I place the bowls on the table and waltz back into the kitchen to grab some soup crackers and water for each of us.
Cole hesitates for a moment before rolling his eyes and settling into a chair at the tiny table.
I wish there was more space between us… or maybe a lot less.
Chapter Seven
Cole
WhythehelldoI find it hot that she just threatened to murder me?
This woman is seriously something else. She sits across from me, thick auburn hair tied in a long braid that I just want to yank on. She’s wearing a big sweatshirt that just about swallows her up and I wonder if it’s her boyfriend’s. The thought has me wanting to breathe fire; I want to rip it right off her, replace it with something of mine.No wait. I definitely don’t want that.We’re seated close enough that I can see the lightest smattering of freckles dotting the skin on her cheeks and across the bridge of her perfect nose. Her lips are a light pink, and I wonder how red I could make them with rough kisses.
Damnit. I shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s the sister of my enemy; all I should be considering is how I can use this to my advantage. Though maybe, just maybe, that’s the answer.
Fuck her just like he fucked my girlfriend. My cock jumps in my pants, completely on board with the idea. Not a bad plan, not bad at all.
“So, tell me about these rules you’ve come up with,” I say, pretending like I’ll consider them, but honestly, it’s fun as fuck to enrage her.
Winnie sits down beside Sloane, resting her head right on her lap. Her blue eyes bore into me as though she can tell I’m up to something. Sloane gently pets her head, slipping the dog a piece of chicken before bringing a spoonful of soup to her own plush lips. The sight of them opening to accept the meal makes my cock sit up and take notice. I recall the sound of her voice moaningmyname in the shower and want nothing more than to bend her over this table and pound into her until she screams it.
“Well, obviously, this isn’t the ideal situation,” she begins, snapping me from my thoughts. “So, I think it would be best if we stay apart and talk as little as possible.”
“Maybe we should try the opposite tactic? Let’s get very very close. I think I might come to like you just fine with my cock in your pussy and your panties in your mouth.” The words spill out, and I wonder if that was the wrong tactic. Sloane’s eyes widen, darting around and a deep red flush spreads up her chest.
“See, this is exactly what I mean. The less you speak the better,” she retorts, narrowing her eyes at me. “Rule two—No more sexual suggestions. I deal with that all the time; everywhere I go. This is supposed to be my vacation. So. Just. Stop. It.”
“What do you mean you deal with it all the time?” I watch her closely, seeing the nervous shift in her body. Her shoulders slump, and she begins tugging at the hem of her big sweatshirt. Winnie pushes closer, offering support. Sloane bites her lip, her gaze daring everywhere but at me. It seems she just let something slip that she didn’t mean to.
“Well, I was a model. It was just common. No big deal, but I don’t want to feel that way here since we’re stuck together,” she answers, but it’s clear she’s withholding information and now I’m more curious than ever. There was something all over the internet about her quitting, but I was way too wrapped up in my own shit to pay attention or care. But… maybe there’s something more there I can use to ruin her and Slater-fucking- Sully.
“Rule number three,” she carries on, but at this point, I’m done listening to her bullshit and begin slurping my soup loudly just to drown out her nagging.
“Fine. Any other rules, your Highness?” I grunt, wishing yet again that I was here alone, working on training my dog.
Sloane shakes her head, feeding Winnie another piece of chicken and the dog stares at her as though she’s hung the moon. Who knows, maybe she has. Maybe I’ve been an asshole to everyone since my injury—even the dog.
Eating quickly, I guzzle down the rest of my soup, standing abruptly to clear my plate away. Dog and woman both jump, staring at me questioningly.
“I’m just going outside for a minute to check on the conditions,” I mutter, needing a minute away from her to breathe. I step into my boots and toss on a coat, calling for Winnie, but she completely ignores me, instead lying down right by Sloane’s feet.
Another traitorous bitch.
Pulling the door open, I stomp outside.
Frigid air once again slaps me in the face because it’s too damn cold outside, but I couldn’t take another minute in Sloane’s presence. The way her cinnamon scent calls to me, and her attitude turns me on, is messing with my head. Wind howls through the trees and the storm is really picking up the pace now. More snow has fallen in the last few hours and is now officially up to the base of the porch. There are no stairs to be seen.
It’s going to be fucking miserable digging out of here.
Still pissed off, I open up my phone to call Drew for our agreed-upon check-in and he answers almost immediately.
“Everything okay up there, Cole? I had expected you to call a while ago,” he grumbles. Looking at the clock, I realize for the first time how late it is.
“Well, it would have been better if you had told me you had rented the cabin to Sloane Sully. I wouldn’t have fucking volunteered to come,” I hiss as I walk around on the porch, trying to stay warm. My toes are already feeling the chill.
