Branded by the Mountain Man (Thickwood, CO, 2) by Jordan Marie

Author:Jordan Marie [Marie, Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-08T16:00:00+00:00

11

Ophelia

I sit up, feeling like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. My head hurts—no my entire body hurts, but my head is much worse than the rest. I rise up on the bed, elbows digging into the soft mattress.

Where am I?

I’m definitely in a bedroom, specifically in a bed.

A very large bed.

It’s king sized and extra-long because I’m 5’9 and my feet are nowhere near the bottom of the mattress. I look down and I’m wearing a long white t-shirt… a man’s shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my wrists, and it’s buttoned all the way up, except two buttons near my neck. I sit all the way up, fear beginning to blossom inside of me.

“Hey Sunshine, good to see you’re finally awake and alert this time.”

My head jerks around to see Braden leaning against the door. Briefly, I take in the wood walls and trim, and the large floor to ceiling windows. There’s also a huge stone fireplace. Together it’s beautiful, but it pales in comparison to Braden. He’s wearing a black long-sleeved Henley and faded blue jeans and he’s barefoot. His hair is still down, but freshly washed and though it’s long enough it covers around his face it’s gathered in the back by a hair tie. He’s holding a steaming coffee mug and there’s something sensual about the way he’s holding the cup.

“How did I get here?” I whisper, my voice cracking because my throat is dry.

“I found you in your van with a high fever,” he says putting the cup down on the table beside where I’m lying. There’s a bottle of water there too, and he gets it and reaches it over to me. I take it from him cautiously. I take a sip, it’s not cold, but it still feels good as it slides down my throat.

“I remember feeling bad and chilling,” I murmur.

“You were burning up, honey. You needed a doctor.”

“Then, why am I here and not in the hospital?”

“The bridge was washed out, so you were stuck with me, Sunshine.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” I ask him, suspicious and wondering if I’m delirious with fever in my van and dreaming all of this.

Braden smiles and at that point I think I might really be dreaming all of this.

“I can be nice.”

I roll my eyes, even though it hurts.

“I need to get back to my van. Poor Bogo will be starved to death.”

“Honey, Bacon is fat as a Butterball turkey. Trust me on that.”

“Huh?”

“He eats all of the time. Rascal has to fight him for his food every day.”

“Rascal?”

“My Husky—which by the way, is a real pet.”

“Bogo is a real pet, but this conversation is leaving me very confused,” I murmur falling back on the pillow.

“How about I help you to the shower and I’ll change the sheets on the bed while you clean up.”

“If you were afraid I’d leave cooties on your sheets, you could have just left me at my van,” I huff, although weakly.

“Cooties?” he laughs. “Sunshine,

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