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Jessie
He’d claimed to want to see me on my own two feet, but telling Brock I needed him had been what pulled him from wherever he’d gone in his head. I imagined the fear he’d felt while facing the grizzly he’d been lucky enough to kill but couldn’t find fault with him. What man wouldn’t be on the verge of shitting his pants having gunned down a bear that size from mere feet away?
What man wouldn’t relive that moment when faced with another beast prowling around his cabin?
Brock had been lucky to survive.
I’d been lucky to survive the wreckage he’d told me about.
As though fate had plans for us…
I considered that thought as his body eventually warmed beside me, but exhaustion tugged me back beneath its heavy blanket before I could decide if I wanted the same or not.
I woke first
