Sunset Glade Panthers: The Original Trilogy and Epilogue by Sennah Tate

Author:Sennah Tate [Tate, Sennah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Hailey

When Hailey finally woke, the first thing she noticed was the heavy blanket draped over her, quickly followed by the dampness of her clothes, now stiff and half-dried to her body. She tried to remember what had happened.

The events came back to her in bits and pieces, but her memories were faulty — she’d always known that.

She looked around, assuming this was her grandfather’s cabin. The dying embers of a fire remained in an ancient wood stove on the other side of the room and draped on the back of a nearby chair were Brock’s clothes.

Brock. Her mouth went dry at the thought of him without his clothes.

She crawled out of the creaky bed, her muscles aching and protesting with every tiny movement.

“Brock?” she called quietly, her voice scratchy with sleep.

No answer.

The one-room cabin didn’t leave any places for him to hide. There was a little wood stove in the middle of the room, the bed she’d napped on pushed against one wall, a small armoire on another and a long row of assorted weapons, ancient traps, and what she assumed was survival equipment lined three of the four walls.

Hopefully he’s out looking for more wood, she thought with a shiver. Damp clothes certainly weren’t helping keep her warm.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind…

Before she’d given the thought life, Hailey found herself stripping out of her wet clothes and slipping effortlessly into Brock’s too-big t-shirt. The over-sized garment nearly reached her knees and Hailey felt sinfully seductive wearing something that belonged to the devilishly sexy guide who’d left it behind.

What was it about Brock that made her pulse quicken? Her insides melt? With everyone else he was gruff and downright rude. She’d seen it first-hand for a brief moment. Then he changed. She didn’t trust the sudden shift, but her body responded regardless.

Thunder rumbled, vibrating loose window panes.

Where is he? she wondered. How long had she slept? How long had he been gone? Surely he’d come back for his clothes, right?

The sky darkened quickly and the intensity and frequency of thunder increased with it. Hailey nibbled her bottom lip, worrying that he’d be caught in it.

But he was perfectly capable. He lived out here. He knew the Glades backwards and forwards, in his own words. Why would she worry about him?

The door flung open just as the sky split in two. Brock rushed in, barring the torrent of rain behind him.

He stopped dead in his tracks, spotting Hailey in only his t-shirt. If she hadn’t been similarly distracted by his lack of clothes, she’d have blushed at his unabashed heated gaze. As it were, Brock in just his boxers was an image she’d have to hold onto for a very long time. She’d never felt this kind of attraction. This heat. This need.

“My clothes were wet,” she finally said, gesturing to where she’d laid them out in front of the stove.

He laughed, breaking the tension. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

His words heated her from the inside and she felt a flush creep up her neck before coloring her cheeks.

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