CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Rowe was fine with Vi going back to her cabin after a loud noise woke them both up. Completely, totally fine. It was a hookup. They were happy they were alive. It definitely didn’t feel like he’d bared his soul and had been left flayed open for her to do whatever she pleased.
He scowled.
This was bad. Worse than bad.
No woman had ever burrowed under his skin like this. Even now he wanted to follow her and hold her through the night. She didn’t want to sleep in his cabin? Fine. They could both sleep in hers.
But he didn’t head her way. He wasn’t that desperate.
Not yet.
The walls of the tiny house were closing in on him. He needed air. He threw on a pair of sweats and opened the door, dragging in deep breaths of the fresh, green night breeze. New York never smelled l
