Ten
Becky stepped through the front door of Shane’s cabin, which he held open for her, and shrugged out of her coat. He took it and his own and hung them on the hooks beside the door, then turned away to stoke the fire while Becky lounged on the couch. Her body was marvelously relaxed from their soak in the hot springs, and her mind was also surprisingly at ease, though that had very little to do with the hot water.
She’d made a decision about Shane.
“Make yourself right at home,” he teased when he rose to his feet again.
“Mmm. I am.”
It was early in the afternoon—not quite four—but neither of them had eaten lunch, so Shane stripped out of his thick wool shirt and ensconced himself in his kitchen to start dinner. Becky wished he’d take off the sleeveless Under Armor shirt beneath as w
