Bear the Heat by Joyce T. S

Author:Joyce, T. S. [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-06-12T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Cora stretched her arms above her head and stared in confusion at the unfamiliar ceiling fan above her. Exposed wooden beams contrasted against the cream color of the room. She lifted the sheets with a frown and stared down at the dress she’d worn last night, still clinging to her body, minus her panties. Those, Boone had unapologetically shoved into his jeans pocket before they went out to meet the rest of the Kellers for the Breck Crew meeting.

Mortification heated her cheeks as she remembered how awkward she’d felt trying to keep a straight face after what she and Boone had done in his room at the station, especially with him flashing those sexy smiles when everyone’s attention was diverted.

What should’ve been an intensely serious meeting about their next move to stay safe from the new IESA threat had ended up not quite as scary as she’d imagined.

This must be Boone’s room. She recognized it from that stupid video those jerks had posted. Plus, the pillow smelled good, like him when he was content.

She rolled over to search with her legs for cool pockets under the sheets, but froze at the long gashes in the comforter and mattress. The sheets were ripped, and one of the pillows was bleeding stuffing. What the hell?

She sat ramrod straight, clutching her chest as she dragged her horrified gaze over the long claw marks on the wall next to the bed.

A rhythmic thwack thwack echoed through the house, and Cora stood on shaky legs. Stepping gingerly over a broken end table and shattered alarm clock, she approached an opened window. Why did he need to sleep with an open window when it was so cold out?

Outside, Boone’s smooth, bare shoulder muscles moved with lithe grace as he slammed an ax down on a piece of firewood. He shoved the split pieces off into a pile and put another one on the chopping block in a smooth motion as if he’d repeated this action a million times before. The unwavering arc of the blade slamming down on this piece of wood said that perhaps he had.

He wore jeans that had gone threadbare in places and work boots, but nothing else to ward away the crisp morning air.

She looked around the destroyed room again and shook her head in disbelief. He must have had a dream that made him shift again, like in the video, and somehow, she’d slept right through it. Twisting, she stared at the long claw marks down the bed. They couldn’t have been more than three inches from where she’d been sleeping.

Too close.

Okay, Boone was obviously working through some demons if the sound of relentless wood chopping was anything to go by. Avoiding another peek at the shredded bed, she made her way carefully to the bathroom. She must’ve fallen asleep on the way over here, and Boone obviously had carried her inside and tucked her in for the night, so she hadn’t seen the outside, but she’d imagined he lived in a rustic cabin in the woods.

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