Lumberjack John by Irene Lawless

Author:Irene Lawless [Lawless, Irene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-06-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

They pulled up to the cabin and John put the truck in park. Silence reigned as they both stared out the windshield, neither moving, each in their own thoughts. John broke the spell by clearing his throat and unbuckling his seatbelt. "Are you ready to go in?"

Frankie nodded and gathered her bags, then opened the passenger door.

"Wait!" John shouted before jumping out.

A little grin tugged at her mouth as he practically flew around the front of the truck, holding his hand out to her. "I don't want you to slip. It looked a little slick when I drove up and you have to be especially careful on days like this. The sun will melt the snow and then it’ll refreeze in a layer that’s invisible but slippery as hell."

She huffed a soft laugh as she climbed down from the truck and leaned into him, feeling spoiled and protected. "Thanks, John." His fingers threaded through hers.

I could seriously get used to this.

"If you'd like, I'll let you take a shower first. I can get dinner started and I need to let Angus out," John said as he opened the front door. Angus's answering 'woof' brought a smile to both their faces. The dog padded over from his large pillow, his entire body wagging and his tail beating the air at their return.

"You're such a sweet boy," Frankie crooned, smoothing the fur back on his head which earned her a lick on her hand. "I'll take you up on that shower," she added to John. "I'll be fast, I promise."

"Take your time. I've gotta get this guy settled." John held the door for Angus. "Come on, boy."

Shivering, Frankie raced to the bathroom, stripped down and turned the water to its hottest setting. It would feel perfect after a day spent outdoors. It had been cold and exhausting but exhilarating at the same time. The education and practical experience in just one day with John had given her a wealth of information to share with her team.

She stepped under the water stream, moaning at the luxurious heat. But true to her word, she lathered up quickly and rinsed off, toweled dry, and dressed in a matter of minutes. She didn't want to waste one moment of her time with John.

Frankie smiled when she heard the front door close, a soft woof following it, and the deep, soothing murmur of John's voice. She applied a light application of mascara and a layer of lip gloss just to complete the picture, then fluffed her hair, styling it into a messy bun. She stared at herself in the mirror, noting the way her hazel eyes practically glowed green and the deep rosy hue of her cheeks. Wisconsin suited her.

She pulled on a loose red flannel over her tank top, leaving it unbuttoned, pairing it with her favorite pair of black yoga pants. It was the most comfortable clothing combination invented and perfect for an evening spent in a legitimate log cabin. Then she carried her bags into the bedroom, setting them on the large reading chair by the window.

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