FERAL PASSIONS by Kate Douglas
“Hey, ladies. Glad you’re here. We were getting worried.”
The dark haired one stopped beside Christa and tugged his
baseball cap off. Then he turned his full focus on
Cherry.
“I’m Brad. Why don’t you show me which bags are yours.”
It was the oddest thing—he looked as if he were sizing
her
up, but instead of a dismissive glance, he continued
looking
right at her. His brown eyes actually twinkled, and then
he
winked.
Her knees turned to jelly. She pressed her hand to the
side
of the car, unobtrusively, she hoped, but it was that or
fall on her butt. Men never looked at her for long. A
quick
glance to check out her oversized assets, and then they
moved on.
Brad didn’t. He grabbed her bags out of the trunk and
lifted
them with ease. She’d needed help from Christa to load
the
large one. Brad held it lightly in one hand.
“C’mon,” he said. “Your cabin’s all ready, and I’ll help
you
get settled.”
She had to swallow to speak, and then decided merely
nodding
was easier. He smiled and nodded to Traker. “Trak, I’ll
be
back behind the bar in a few minutes.”
For some reason, Trak looked like he was trying not to
laugh. “No rush. Take your time. I’ll cover for you.”
A cloud coasted right over the top of Cherry’s sense of
well-being. Of course, Trak was probably thinking of how
he
was going to tease Brad later, about getting stuck with
the
fat one.
She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been
holding.
“Meet you two in the bar in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good.” Christa grabbed her overnight bag and
followed Cain, while Trak led Steph in the same
direction.
As Brad led Cherry toward a trail that angled away from
the
big lodge and away from Christa and Steph, Cherry felt a
moment of panic. She hadn’t thought about the fact they’d
be
in individual cabins—she’d pictured the lodge as a large
hotel with separate rooms. Not only were they rooming by
themselves, she didn’t even know which cabins Steph and
Christa would be staying in. She glanced over her
shoulder
as her sister and Steph disappeared into the woods, and
then
she turned and almost ran into Brad.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Flustered, she realized she’d slapped
her
hand to her chest like an old lady with the vapors, which
had her feeling like a fool. Heat raced over her chest
and
face and she knew he was thinking she was an idiot, a
complete loser. Her eyes filled with tears.
“You okay?” He set the bags down on the hard-packed
trail.
She dug through her handbag for a tissue but she didn’t
look
at him. “Fine,” she mumbled. This was all a mistake. She
never should have come, it was....
“Hey, Cherry. Whatever it is, it’s not worth tears.”
Arms wrapped around her. Strong, warm arms pulling her
close
against a broad chest, so close she heard his heart beat,
felt the steady thud, thud, thud against her
cheek.
He smelled so good. She couldn’t remember the last time a
man had hugged her, and there’d never been one that
smelled
of pine forest and wood smoke. She should pull away, she
really should, but he was holding her close and stroking
her
hair, and whispering stuff she couldn’t really hear, and
she
was just so damned tired from the long drive, and
so...she
wasn’t sure what to call it. Vulnerable? But somehow,
even
though he was a stranger, even though he was probably the
most beautiful man she’d ever seen and that alone should
scare her to death, it settled her.
He settled her.
She sniffed, drew in a shuddering breath, and sniffed
again.
He shoved a clean white handkerchief into her hand. “I’m
a
firm believer in the healing value of a good hug. You
okay?”
When she nodded, he leaned over and grabbed her heavy
suitcase in one hand and threwthe strap to her second bag
over his shoulder. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose
and
then didn’t know what to do with the handkerchief.
He took it from her with his free hand, wiped a tear
she’d
missed, and then stuck the soggy thing into his pocket.
“I’ll wash it...”
“Forget about it. I’ll take care of it. You must be
exhausted after that long drive. Let’s get you to your
cabin.”
