Hottie Lumberjack: A Ponderosa Resort Romantic Comedy by Tawna Fenske

Author:Tawna Fenske [Fenske, Tawna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

CHELSEA

“You’re positive this is okay?” I study Mark’s face, looking for any sign he’s freaking out.

“Go,” he says. “I’ve got this.”

The sexiest three words a man can say, but still, I’m nervous. We’re standing in the doorway of his cabin with the earthy spring breeze wafting in off the pond. The sun is almost down for the count, but it’s spurting little bursts of red and orange as it disappears behind the mountains.

I turn back to Mark, who’s radiating vibes as the world’s foremost lumberjack nanny. The fact that he’s cradling a rabbit in his arms completes the picture.

“It’s a lot to ask,” I tell him as I scratch Long Long Peter behind his velvety ears. “You’ve barely just met Libby, and you said yourself you haven’t been around kids much. You’re sure this is okay for two whole hours?”

He adjusts the rabbit in his arms, and I’m momentarily distracted by the size of his biceps. By the memory of having them envelop me completely.

“Two hours in which she’ll be fast asleep the whole time,” he reminds me. “Besides, I’m not flying solo. I’ll have a cop, a chef, a doctor, a lawyer, an international humanitarian, and a U.S. Marine whose seasonal gig is playing Santa. I think we can figure out how to pour her a glass of water if she wakes up.”

When he puts it that way, I feel silly for worrying.

But I also feel guilty for going out for a girls’ spa night when someone may or may not be trying to harm me. “If someone’s out to get me, should I really be off getting a Moor peat bath?”

“What’s a meat bath?”

Apparently, he hasn’t spent two hours studying the spa services menu like I did today. “I don’t know what it is, either,” I admit. “It’s been a while since I had any sort of spa date.”

“Which is why you should go and not worry.”

I bite my lip and glance out over the resort grounds. The towering wood buildings are bathed in sunset hues of pink and gold, and the golf course sprawls on the horizon like a sheet of green velvet. Coyote song and juniper breeze swirl together to create the most perfect blend of sound and smell, and it’s so beautiful here I want to lie down in the grass and just soak it all in.

“The place is crawling with private security,” Mark says, misreading my sigh. “We’ve always got it, but there’s even more with the senator coming this week. You’re safe, I promise.”

Goosebumps ripple up my arms. They’ve got nothing to do with the sage-laced breeze that just shivered past. “Thank you.” I turn back to smile at him. “I trust you.”

Something flickers in his eyes. I can’t quite read it, but it’s gone as fast as it appeared. “You kissed her goodnight already?” he asks. “Made sure she’s asleep and everything?”

“Yes.” I bite my lip. “I owe you, Mark.”

“You don’t owe me jack.” He shifts Long Long Peter to the crook of his elbow and puts a hand on my back to usher me along.

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