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week, and by then he would have gotten rid of his sexy house pest. When he looked at the broken wheel, he wondered what the hell had she hit that would have caused her axle to crack. There was nothing underneath the vehicle that he could see, strange, he thought. It was time to check on the crooked princess. He had his truck running and it was nice and toasty when he entered it again. Before he closed the door he asked, “So who entered the coordinates for the trip?”
    With no reply, he turned to look at Rose and she was sleeping. Her hood was now off her head and now he had a great view of her face. She was a beauty. Before it had been hidden under her furry hood, but now it was on full display. “Oh shit, this is not happening,” he whispered to himself. He had been without an erection for eight months and now his dick was giving him the thumbs up. This was not good. It didn’t matter that she was the first woman he actually wanted to have a conversation with, to learn things about, and now he wanted to dip into her honeyed treasure. He wasn’t going there. This was a big mistake , he chanted to himself as he started to drive up the hill to the last mile of his journey to the beautiful Kane family cabin. She was the daughter of a crook and he was having no part of it, but hell if she didn’t have some sort of siren call that beckoned him to come.
    He needed to think of something else. The moment he dropped her off in town tomorrow, he would go and hit up whatever female he could find and get her to spread her thighs, or at least her lips so he could shake this need. Hell, he might even take himself in hand tonight.
    His priority was to get her settled and as far away from him as soon as possible. She could be nothing but trouble. He unloaded the truck of her things before he carried her into the already warm cabin. He was glad they had central heating in this place. There was spare wood, but there was only one fireplace, so if they lost power, they would have to share the living area for the night. The storm outside was picking up and there was about a foot on the ground already. He laid her on the sofa and stared down at the sleeping beauty, who he noticed had tear tracks down her face. He tried to not let that affect him. He returned to the truck, slowly letting icy air cool his blood, trying to forget the woman who had his heart doing things it has never done before. It was acting as though he had run miles. It wasn’t just when he carried her up the cabin steps, but started it’s craziness from the first time he had seen her get out of the car. To know who she is and how beautiful she is made him angry. Landry didn’t know about his problem, so he just assumed his pretty little girl would lure him in. He needed to reel in the desire to take her. When he walked back into the cabin, his wood was aching to be in her warm hearth. He looked down at her, trying to understand and fight this bizarre reaction to a total stranger. It wasn’t working, so he walked back to the car to get the last of the groceries. Normally it would have been one trip for a strong overgrown man like him, but he needed space between them and another shot of frozen air.
    When he came back in, it was no use. It was as though she had a string that was attached to him. He felt the need to be by her. This made him want to visit the boxing ring and beat the shit out of some random dude or better yet, Mitchell Landry. He let his frustration show as he slammed the door. She drowsily woke up when he dropped the bags onto the kitchen counter. She stared up at him with sexy sleepy eyes that made him hard. So fucking hard, he was pissed. He started slamming the cabinets as he put the groceries away.
    “I am sorry I am making you mad. I will leave first thing in the morning. The sun will warm me. I am truly sorry for the mix up.” The first look her blurred eyes had was of a man who hated her. She needed to go as soon as possible. She had heard