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I stand, open the door and step into the front room. This cabin is not much bigger than my quarters on the military ship.
Sabine sits slouched on the couch, with her eyes closed and in deep sleep. This “knitting,” as she called it, still lies in her lap. She must have fallen asleep while working and I find it charming. Despite everything she still tries to keep busy and find ways to help others. The lights are off except for one small lamp next to her which I turn off, leaving only the red-orange glow in the woodstove.
I walk over and quietly tend to the woodstove, which has died down enough that I suspect it’s not keeping my female warm. My blazing body temperature keeps me unaware of how the cabin had grown cold enough to possibly cause Sabine discomfort. She was going to sleep the rest of the night, seated on this small couch when there is such a large, comfortable bed in the next room. She’s not even changed into sleep clothing and her luggage remains closed near the door.
I place a hand on her cold check and vow that I’m simply going to help this female sleep comfortably. My grand plans of seduction remain at the top of my list, but my need to protect Sabine, keep her safe, warm and comfortable is paramount. I will bundle her in the bed and return to the small living area to use the couch.
I will.
I bend down and scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
Chapter6
Sabine
Iwake up in his bed.
Somehow, I’m not surprised to find Hale setting me down.
Nor am I scared that he’s looming over me because I’m already half in love with the amazing Hale Bloodworth. He’s been trying to tell me to stay away from him because he’s on a mission to sink his sharp teeth in my neck, drink my blood and make me his mate—meaning he’s going to knock me up and we’ll be married for life.
And maybe I don’t think this is so bad.
I mulled this bizarre situation over very carefully, for hours, while he was “locked” in the bedroom. A Korn male is in the midst of a blood frenzy forme? The very ordinary Sabine Dawson, a waitress in Big Sky, Montana. He drank three bags of blood in order to keep his hands off of me and it didn’t slow him down in the least. This is how much I affect him.
While he slept, I pulled out my emergency bottle of Chardonnay and tensely listened to the wind continue to thrash outside. A glass or two (okay, maybe three) of wine helped greatly, as did my stash of artisanal chocolate. I wanted to quietly whisper-conference about what to do with close girlfriends from work, but the cell service was still out.
I thought about all the ramifications while nibbling chocolates, then decided on my own that I was going to allow this to happen with Hale.
Sex with him tonight means I’ll become a mother to children that are half Korn. I will be part of Hale’s family and end up spending a lot of time on an alien planet because he could end up being sent back to Korn for years, and I need to be okay with that possibility. And I am.
Yes, it would be nice if we could take this attraction between us slow and have the opportunity to date, then maybe move in together and have an engagement and an actual wedding. Then plan a family a bit later. But I’ve always wanted a husband and children, I just hadn’t met the right man. In the short time I’ve known him, I’m already ninety-nine percent certain Hale is that right man.
I toss aside the half-finished baby blanket off my lap and listen as it lands on the floor with a click of needles. Hale’s harsh features are even more handsome in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. “Please kiss me,” I beg because this Korn isn’t the only one throbbing with need. I’ve wanted this guy since the moment we met.
He backs away from the bed. “Sabine, I’m simply trying to drop you off here in the room so you can sleep somewhere comfortable. You were cold in the front room.”
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
“I was hot.”
I grin. “For me?”
“Yes, for you. Sabine…my control is slipping.”
I stand, move close and place my cold hands against his very, very warm bare chest. “You don’t have to keep control anymore. I’ve thought about all of this while you were sleeping. I want this.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “You don’t mean that. I can scent alcohol on your breath.”
Shoot. “That was hours ago. I promise I’m totally sober now. I mean it. I give my consent.”
“Female…”
I lick at my lips and realize I’ve got serious dry mouth and bad breath, left over from the wine and my nap. Also, I’ve really got to pee. And Hale is in pajamas and I’m still wearing the clothes I was in when I arrived. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” And then I race back to the living area, rummage through my luggage and grab my toiletries bag and rush into the hall bath. In minutes I’ve used the restroom, brushed my teeth and taken my hair out of the ponytail. I’m now wearing an old nightshirt and not a speck of underwear. The wooden floors are cold against the soles of my bare feet. The cabin is still reasonably warm, but the wind can still be heard outside. What a bummer that I had no idea I’d be hooking up with someone. I brought none of my cute bras and matching panties. Oh well.
I open the bedroom door and suck in a sharp breath because he's naked.
Hale turns toward me. “You give consent?”
