“What the hell were you thinking? I know that was you in the woods last night, so don’t even deny it. Were you standing guard or something? Protecting the poor, weak female?” Eve stood on Arlin’s front porch, doing her best to ignore how sexy he looked standing there in his doorway clad only in his gray pajama pants. His chest was firm and his shoulders broad, arms thick. She could imagine him pinning her to the bed as he took her, but she shook those images from her mind. Lust was not something she needed to feel right now, wanting to hang on to her anger just a while longer. She’d think about how much she wanted to jump his chivalric bones later. “What? You just randomly go around cleaning up people’s cabins? Sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong? Why are you always around, anywa
