Page 7 of His Wood Her Fire
“Fine.The cabin has been cleaned and stocked with food.There is a generator for the power, and the stove operates on propane, so no candles or smoking, got it?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“Good.I live next door, but that doesn’t matter because you won’t be dropping by.Have a good two weeks.”
“Well, fuck you too, Mr.DuBois,” she replied, and I couldn’t help it.
I laughed.
Out loud.
And wasn’t that a miracle?
“Don’t worry about me, Buster.I’m not one of those helpless women you see in bad TV movies.I can take care of myself just fine!”
I shook my head, already walking away.But I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I recalled the fire in her eyes as she cursed me out.
Must be a helluva woman, I mused.
Too bad I wasn’t in the market.
Not now, and never again.
We would get along fine if Miss DeSoto just stuck to her side of the tree line.With any luck, two weeks would fly by without me having to see her at all.
Chapter Three-Gloria
I’d spent the first day in the cabin unpacking and getting acquainted with the charmingly rustic, and surprisingly cozy, little place.
It was a one-bedroom with a full bath and a cozy living room with, yes, a built-in fireplace.An honest to goodness hearth.I was just tickled.Though it made sense since I’d managed to catch my ornery neighbor outside chopping wood every single morning.
I mean, it was only day three, but holy hell, what was one man supposed to do with all that wood?
I have a few ideas.
Of course, those ideas were about an entirely different kind of wood.
Oh my God.I can’t believe I went there.
Well, technically, you didn’t.And you haven’t, Lo, not for a long time.
He looked like a sexy young version of Santa Claus.Not a mall Santa.But the kind you’d see in a porno.
My sex throbbed, reminding me of how long it had been since I’d had any attention down there, and I licked my lips, wondering if I could maybe sneak my vibrator into a room with a view of my neighbor chopping wood without being caught.
Is that ridiculous?
Maybe.
But what could I say?The man was hotter than hell with that long mane of hair and thick beard, his enormous body, and the way he wielded that axe—holy hot porno Santa!
Oh my!I could not believe I was getting myself all worked up in the kitchen over a man who practically threw me off his property.
Don’t judge.Dry spells were harsh as fuck for forty year old women.
I was still watching the big brute, who was now bent over petting his monster sized dog, when he turned his head and forest green eyes met mine.I squeaked.
Shit.