Anson (The Black Stallion Book 3) by Maggie Ryan & Alta Hensley

Author:Maggie Ryan & Alta Hensley [Ryan, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2017-03-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Falling asleep had been almost instantaneous. Natalia knew she was exhausted, but to be able to pass out in an abandoned shack, on a mattress with a near stranger, half naked, and no doubt with spiders crawling around, gave a new definition to exhaustion. Opening her eyes to the early morning light peeking in through the windows told her she also had slept through the night. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done so. It must have had something to do with the man who was cuddled up next to her, resting his right leg over hers. Natalia was captive in his possessive embrace. Turning her head slightly, she could see that Anson was still sleeping soundly. His heavy breath warm against the side of her face made her want to be very gentle so as not to wake him as she eased her way from underneath his leg.

She had tried her best not to disturb his slumber, but when she heard, “Where are you going?” she knew she had failed.

“I’ll be right back. You rest.” She hopped out of bed before waiting for a response and padded barefoot to the room with the banana tree invading the living space.

When she’d picked two bananas last night, she’d noticed that several more were close to being fully ripe. They had enough food supplies to maybe last a week, but if they could live off the land as much as possible, it would definitely extend the life of their nonperishables. She had been taught basic survival skills during her time in Chili, and she already knew that Anson could manage just fine. Although his bullet wound might slow him down a bit.

Picking the bunch off the tree, she then walked back to the kitchen and placed the fruit on the counter. Looking back at the bed, she saw Anson now lay with his arm propping his head up. His disheveled hair, sleepy eyes, bare chest, and muscled arms all had her mouth watering. Who could blame a girl? Anson Steele was handsome as hell.

“How’s your arm?”

As he sat up all the way, she noticed that he didn’t groan or grimace at all. He slipped his arm out of the sling and massaged it. “Much better. That herb concoction you used really seems to have helped.”

“Never doubted it wouldn’t,” she said, pulling two bananas off the stalk.

Looking at the bananas in her hand, he smiled. “Breakfast in bed?” He caught the banana as Natalia tossed it to him. “A guy could get used to such pampering.” He took a bite of the fruit and smiled big as he chewed. “Who knew I had my own personal witch doctor?”

“I want you to start extending your arm a bit today but don’t push it,” she warned while trying not to pay attention to the curves and contours of his perfectly chiseled chest as she carefully checked the bandage for any sign of bleeding. “Just because you aren’t in a lot of pain, doesn’t mean you still can’t get infected or pop a stitch.

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