Chapter Eighteen
The melody was so full of longing and hunger that it reached right into Jake’s chest and evoked something equal in response. Those velvety low notes reverberated all the way down his spine.
Mine.
If he walked into that little glade, his life would never be the same again. But if he didn’t, his life wouldn’t be anything like he wanted it to be. It felt as if his fiery Matchstick was luring him in for a bonfire—with him as the willing sacrifice.
He smiled and rewrapped the bacon, tucking it into his jeans pocket.
The dog noticed him first, sprinting over to throw herself at him. He scooped her out of the air and looked her over. No apparent damage from her night in the wild.
“So little lady, where did you spend the night?” he asked, his voice a bit rough.
The song cut
