The Wife Protectors: Giles (Six Men of Alaska Book 2) by Charlie Hart & Chantel Seabrook

Author:Charlie Hart & Chantel Seabrook [Hart, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Later that evening, I enter Fallon’s bedroom with a bottle of red wine and two glasses in hand. I came prepared, and I set them on his dresser. I take in his space, feeling his eyes on me as I look around. I only wear the thick cashmere robe Huxley gifted me, and warm slippers on my feet. I know by the look in his eyes that Fallon is already imagining me dropping the robe, pulling my naked body against his.

I’m imagining it too. My body needs his tonight. I need his strength. His familiarity.

My fingers brush lightly over the thick wool blanket on the foot of his bed, noticing the framed photo on his bedside table. Him, his parents and his sister, Caroline. My throat goes dry at the sight of her. She is exactly as Giles describe. She looks like sunshine and blue skies and apple pie. She looks like freedom in a way I’ve never felt.

I close my eyes, grounding myself in this moment - not the past, not the future. Here, now, with Fallon.

His bedroom is so different than my own. It smells like a man, like Fallon. All woodsy and tanned leather, earth. We’ve only lived here a short time, but already this room feels like him with his flannel shirts folded neatly and work boots lined up under the bed.

He sets his phone in a dock, and soft, folk music envelopes us.

I smile, the song familiar. Come over to the window little darling, I’d like to read your palm…

“I wouldn’t have guessed you like this sort of music,” I say, moving toward him.

“We still have a lot to learn about one another,” he says, brushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“It feels like so much has been going on since we moved here, and I still haven’t had a chance to learn basic things about my husbands.” I look up at him, his eyes focused solely on mine. “About you.”

The curtains on the French doors are pushed open, letting in the light of the moon. It feels romantic, like a getaway from all the tension in the house and I feel my shoulders fall as Fallon takes my hand in his, dropping his other hand to my waist.

I giggle nervously. “Are you dancing with me, Fallon?”

He smiles shyly. And I find myself grinning at the surprising tenderness. “My mom and my sister loved to dance and sing. Made me learn. Kind of.”

Our bodies press against one another, and I think about his family’s cabin. The way Giles described fishing trips and summers at the lake. “Sounds like your family was just as perfect as Emerson’s.”

“Same in some ways, maybe. But different than his, I think. I had a sister and it made me protective in ways he has never needed to be.”

I nod, understanding that. “Well, I’m glad you had a sister who made you learn to dance.”

Just then he steps on my toes and we both laugh, and he dips me low, making me laugh even harder.

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