the front door and started out. It closed behind her with a soft click.
“One...two...three...four...” He counted softly.
The door swung back open as Paige tossed her bags inside, slammed it shut and leaned up against it, gasping for air.
“Cold out there?” Felix questioned easily.
“Where...what...blizzard...freaking blizzard...” She panted pointing to the door. “I haven’t been here that long and...and...”
“We’re almost snowed in?”
“Yes! What the hell?!”
Shrugging, he replied, “It’s Montana, baby, a far cry from Texas.” He gave her the most innocent expression that he could. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re shivering. Want my towel?”
Paige glared at him. “What the hell is a damp towel going to do for me?”
Felix shrugged again. “I dunno. I just figured I’d give you first shot at trying to get me naked.”
“I’ve been set up by the devil and left with her gate keeper.” Paige muttered rolling her eyes.
“I know nothing about hell sweetheart but—”
Holding up a hand, she interrupted him. “If you complete that line I’m going to make sure you don’t see sunrise tomorrow.”
“So you plan on keeping me in bed late then?”
With the cutest snarl he’d ever witnessed, Paige snatched up a bag and stomped past him checking through the four-bedroom cabin and choosing a room to settle into. He followed behind, trying desperately not to laugh.
“This is such bullshit.”
“Uh...Paige?”
She slammed her suitcase down on the bed and started unloading it. “I can’t believe Lena would do this to me.”
“Uh...Paige?”
“After all the times I dug her ass outta trouble and she goes and sets me up the first chance she gets.”
“Uh...Paige?”
“Me! The one person who knows how to turn her face orange for a month, you would think—”
“Paige!” Felix shouted.
She swung around. “What? What? What?!”
“Baby, I have no problem sharing dresser space with you but the left side already has my stuff in it.”
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she looked around the bedroom that she’d been intently putting her things away in. Felix bit the inside of his cheek.
Her jaw clenched as she shot a death glare his way. “This is your room?”
Rocking back on the balls of his feet, one hand still holding his towel up he answered with a bright, “Yes’m.”
“And you let me put up half my shit without saying anything this whole time?”
“Yes’m.”
“I hate you.”
He grinned long and hard. “I know baby, I know.”
She was muttering angrily under her breath now, taking her stuff out and slamming them back into her suitcase.
“Aw c’mon, batimentos cardíacos, what could you possibly lose sharing a room with me?”
“My soul,” she answered in all seriousness.
Not laughing was impossible. “Okay, so your ideal vacation has gone awry — ”
“Awry?” Paige cut in. “Awry? Really? No, something going awry is my hands wrapped around your throat. Awry is my going into that nice kitchen and finding a tool to do you in with. Awry is waiting for you to step out on the balcony and pushing you over. That’s awry. This shit right here is just wrong.”
For once his little spitfire didn’t look so unruffled. She actually looked...panicked. Felix decided to put her mind at ease because the last thing he needed was to have her feeling like she couldn’t trust him. “Paige.” He said softly when she went back to taking her stuff out of his drawers.
“What?”
“You do know you have nothing to worry about with me right?” Stepping closer, he gently grabbed one of her hands, felt it shake and rubbed her wrist. “Right?”
Her reply was so soft that he almost missed it...almost. “It’s not you who I don’t trust...”
She really wished he’d stop grinning like that. It was really starting to piss her off. Over an hour ago she’d stood in the man’s room, a few feet from his bed with him half naked and admitted in
“One...two...three...four...” He counted softly.
The door swung back open as Paige tossed her bags inside, slammed it shut and leaned up against it, gasping for air.
“Cold out there?” Felix questioned easily.
“Where...what...blizzard...freaking blizzard...” She panted pointing to the door. “I haven’t been here that long and...and...”
“We’re almost snowed in?”
“Yes! What the hell?!”
Shrugging, he replied, “It’s Montana, baby, a far cry from Texas.” He gave her the most innocent expression that he could. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re shivering. Want my towel?”
Paige glared at him. “What the hell is a damp towel going to do for me?”
Felix shrugged again. “I dunno. I just figured I’d give you first shot at trying to get me naked.”
“I’ve been set up by the devil and left with her gate keeper.” Paige muttered rolling her eyes.
“I know nothing about hell sweetheart but—”
Holding up a hand, she interrupted him. “If you complete that line I’m going to make sure you don’t see sunrise tomorrow.”
“So you plan on keeping me in bed late then?”
With the cutest snarl he’d ever witnessed, Paige snatched up a bag and stomped past him checking through the four-bedroom cabin and choosing a room to settle into. He followed behind, trying desperately not to laugh.
“This is such bullshit.”
“Uh...Paige?”
She slammed her suitcase down on the bed and started unloading it. “I can’t believe Lena would do this to me.”
“Uh...Paige?”
“After all the times I dug her ass outta trouble and she goes and sets me up the first chance she gets.”
“Uh...Paige?”
“Me! The one person who knows how to turn her face orange for a month, you would think—”
“Paige!” Felix shouted.
She swung around. “What? What? What?!”
“Baby, I have no problem sharing dresser space with you but the left side already has my stuff in it.”
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she looked around the bedroom that she’d been intently putting her things away in. Felix bit the inside of his cheek.
Her jaw clenched as she shot a death glare his way. “This is your room?”
Rocking back on the balls of his feet, one hand still holding his towel up he answered with a bright, “Yes’m.”
“And you let me put up half my shit without saying anything this whole time?”
“Yes’m.”
“I hate you.”
He grinned long and hard. “I know baby, I know.”
She was muttering angrily under her breath now, taking her stuff out and slamming them back into her suitcase.
“Aw c’mon, batimentos cardíacos, what could you possibly lose sharing a room with me?”
“My soul,” she answered in all seriousness.
Not laughing was impossible. “Okay, so your ideal vacation has gone awry — ”
“Awry?” Paige cut in. “Awry? Really? No, something going awry is my hands wrapped around your throat. Awry is my going into that nice kitchen and finding a tool to do you in with. Awry is waiting for you to step out on the balcony and pushing you over. That’s awry. This shit right here is just wrong.”
For once his little spitfire didn’t look so unruffled. She actually looked...panicked. Felix decided to put her mind at ease because the last thing he needed was to have her feeling like she couldn’t trust him. “Paige.” He said softly when she went back to taking her stuff out of his drawers.
“What?”
“You do know you have nothing to worry about with me right?” Stepping closer, he gently grabbed one of her hands, felt it shake and rubbed her wrist. “Right?”
Her reply was so soft that he almost missed it...almost. “It’s not you who I don’t trust...”
She really wished he’d stop grinning like that. It was really starting to piss her off. Over an hour ago she’d stood in the man’s room, a few feet from his bed with him half naked and admitted in