big, although when all the cabins were rented, the place kept him and his brother running.
As they entered the end cabin, Logan flipped on the light switch and saw the young lady take in the accommodations. The king-size bed boasted a blue and gold quilt in a Texas-star pattern if he remembered correctly. Two nightstands and a dresser. A tiny woodstove in the corner. Two overstuffed armchairs with lamps. A small round table under the back window. A blue and green rag rug crocheted by Aunt Marg. Small bathroom in the back. Seriously rustic. He glanced at the city girl.
She looked a bit taken aback, then walked over to the bed and ran a hand down the quilt. “That's amazing how the colors shouldn't blend, but they do. Whoever made this has quite an eye.”
“I'll tell my aunt Laverne you said so.”
Matt sauntered in and dropped his suitcase beside the door before joining Rebecca. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. “Come hang out, babe.”
She stiffened slightly and glanced at Logan, as if uncomfortable with public affection.
He smothered a grin. She was definitely hanging with the wrong crowd.
She stepped out of Matt's grasp. “I'm pretty beat.”
Matt hesitated, his gaze going from Rebecca, then to the door, as if pulled by a magnet. “If you're sure…”
“I'm sure.”
“Okay.” He took a step toward the door and stopped. “Oh, the woodstove…”
“I'll show her,” Logan said. He set her suitcase beside the other.
“Thanks, Logan. I'll be back soon, babe.” Matt hurried out of the cabin as if afraid someone would stop him.
Somebody wanted to start swinging tonight, didn't he? With a cynical smile, Logan motioned the abandoned innocent over to the iron stove and knelt to put in kindling and logs from the adjacent bin. She stood close enough that her hip brushed against his shoulder. A soft, round hip. As he lit the fire and adjusted the vent, her fragrance wrapped around him. Her light soap smelled nice enough, but the underlying scent of sheer female made him want to strip her down and see if she tasted as sweet. He cleared his throat and shifted away. “Is all that clear?”
She frowned at the stove, studying it as if it were some esoteric puzzle he'd be quizzing her on later, then nodded. “I think I've got it. Thank you.” To his relief and regret, she walked over to the tiny bookcase near the bed. As he rose to his feet, she pulled out a book with a happy cry. “ Little Women! I haven't read this since grade school.”
When her eyes lit up like that, she lost the city stuffiness and just looked appealing. Too appealing. Those pink lips went past kissable and edged into carnal.
“How late can I sleep in? Are there certain times for meals or some such?” she asked, holding the book like a precious treasure.
“Your group usually rotates cooking and KP, but hot coffee and snacks are always available in the kitchen.”
“I'll be one of those in for early coffee.” She wrinkled her nose in a way that merged the tiny freckles. “I'm a caffeine addict.”
“I'll see you then.” Logan reached the door, stopped—pretty women were hell on a man's thinking processes—and pulled keys out of his pocket. “Here's your key. I'll give Matt his at the lodge.”
She crossed the room. As she took the big, old-fashioned key, her dimple flashed. “Cool. You have an interesting place, Mr. Hunt.”
“It's Logan.” He ran a finger down her cheek, finding her skin as soft as it looked. Dammit . “Welcome to Serenity.”
Chapter Two
Early the next day, Rebecca followed Matt down the tiny trail toward the lodge. Her steps crackled on the frost-covered ground, and her breath turned white in the frigid air. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. Wasn't it almost summer? When they reached the clearing, she stopped and stared. Under a deep blue sky, mountains piled
As they entered the end cabin, Logan flipped on the light switch and saw the young lady take in the accommodations. The king-size bed boasted a blue and gold quilt in a Texas-star pattern if he remembered correctly. Two nightstands and a dresser. A tiny woodstove in the corner. Two overstuffed armchairs with lamps. A small round table under the back window. A blue and green rag rug crocheted by Aunt Marg. Small bathroom in the back. Seriously rustic. He glanced at the city girl.
She looked a bit taken aback, then walked over to the bed and ran a hand down the quilt. “That's amazing how the colors shouldn't blend, but they do. Whoever made this has quite an eye.”
“I'll tell my aunt Laverne you said so.”
Matt sauntered in and dropped his suitcase beside the door before joining Rebecca. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. “Come hang out, babe.”
She stiffened slightly and glanced at Logan, as if uncomfortable with public affection.
He smothered a grin. She was definitely hanging with the wrong crowd.
She stepped out of Matt's grasp. “I'm pretty beat.”
Matt hesitated, his gaze going from Rebecca, then to the door, as if pulled by a magnet. “If you're sure…”
“I'm sure.”
“Okay.” He took a step toward the door and stopped. “Oh, the woodstove…”
“I'll show her,” Logan said. He set her suitcase beside the other.
“Thanks, Logan. I'll be back soon, babe.” Matt hurried out of the cabin as if afraid someone would stop him.
Somebody wanted to start swinging tonight, didn't he? With a cynical smile, Logan motioned the abandoned innocent over to the iron stove and knelt to put in kindling and logs from the adjacent bin. She stood close enough that her hip brushed against his shoulder. A soft, round hip. As he lit the fire and adjusted the vent, her fragrance wrapped around him. Her light soap smelled nice enough, but the underlying scent of sheer female made him want to strip her down and see if she tasted as sweet. He cleared his throat and shifted away. “Is all that clear?”
She frowned at the stove, studying it as if it were some esoteric puzzle he'd be quizzing her on later, then nodded. “I think I've got it. Thank you.” To his relief and regret, she walked over to the tiny bookcase near the bed. As he rose to his feet, she pulled out a book with a happy cry. “ Little Women! I haven't read this since grade school.”
When her eyes lit up like that, she lost the city stuffiness and just looked appealing. Too appealing. Those pink lips went past kissable and edged into carnal.
“How late can I sleep in? Are there certain times for meals or some such?” she asked, holding the book like a precious treasure.
“Your group usually rotates cooking and KP, but hot coffee and snacks are always available in the kitchen.”
“I'll be one of those in for early coffee.” She wrinkled her nose in a way that merged the tiny freckles. “I'm a caffeine addict.”
“I'll see you then.” Logan reached the door, stopped—pretty women were hell on a man's thinking processes—and pulled keys out of his pocket. “Here's your key. I'll give Matt his at the lodge.”
She crossed the room. As she took the big, old-fashioned key, her dimple flashed. “Cool. You have an interesting place, Mr. Hunt.”
“It's Logan.” He ran a finger down her cheek, finding her skin as soft as it looked. Dammit . “Welcome to Serenity.”
Chapter Two
Early the next day, Rebecca followed Matt down the tiny trail toward the lodge. Her steps crackled on the frost-covered ground, and her breath turned white in the frigid air. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. Wasn't it almost summer? When they reached the clearing, she stopped and stared. Under a deep blue sky, mountains piled
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