Now thw olf and I are welded at the hip. I see his warm amber eyes and pet his thick, lucious fur, knowing he will not hurt me, because that rich pelt is a man I can give my heart abnd body to.
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The cabin in Maine her grandfather left her is the perfect place for Sierra Hart to take a good long look at her future. Sheâ€™s just quit her job and ended yet another relationship. Surrounded by five thousand acres of pristine forest, the placeÂ gives her the solitude she need. The only other sign of life is a gorgeous silver wolf hanging out at the edge of the clearing. When Luke Spencer knocks on her door, she has no idea heâ€™s going to fulfil all of her erotic fantasies. But can she ask for his help when the lumber people become more aggressive or will he turn away because of the secret heâ€™s hiding?
By evening, when the sun had dipped well past the horizon, the temperature had dipped along with it. Sierra built a fire in the huge stone fireplace and warmed some cider. She was about to stretched out in front of it on the thick cushion s sheâ€™d tossed on the floor when a knock sounded on the heavy wood door.
Now who? But this time Iâ€™m prepared. And tomorrow Iâ€™m getting a chain to go with the deadbolt.
Whoâ€™d have thought she needed it way out here?
She picked up the loaded handgun from the table where sheâ€™d left it and held it behind her back with one hand. Flipping on the porch light she opened the door with her other hand, barely cracking it two inches.
â€œI think Iâ€™m lost.â€
The voice was like melted chocolate, deep and warm and enveloping.
Sierra opened the door a little wider, looked at her visitor and every bit of saliva in her mouth dried up. The man on her porch was well over six feet, lean and broad shouldered. Dark brown hair with traces of silver dusted his shoulders and framed a starkly masculine faceâ€”high cheekbones, square jaw and unusual amber eyes. A long-sleeved black T-shirt and well-worn jeans clung to well-defined muscles.
After three tries she found her voice, and then it came out sounding like a squeak. â€œLost?â€
â€œYes. Iâ€™ve been hiking in the woods, and I probably got disoriented. Listen, I promise Iâ€™m not an escaped murderer or a rapist on the loose. Itâ€™s safe to let me in.â€
Clutching the gun behind her back, she swung the door wider and he stepped inside. Up close his presence was even more overwhelming. She felt surrounded, all her breath trapped in her lungs, her legs suddenly shaky. She backed up until her legs hit the table behind the couch where she carefully placed the handgun.
The thick, dark eyebrows rose questioningly. â€œWere you planning to shoot me?â€
She wet her lips with her tongue. â€œOnly if I needed to.â€
He grinned, a smile that somehow reminded her of the silver wolf. â€œIâ€™m certainly glad you didnâ€™t need to. I promised you Iâ€™m harmless.â€ He held out his hand. â€œLuke Spencer.â€
Gingerly, she reached out to shake hands. â€œSierra Hart.â€
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