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“You know, their Christmas festival is big around here, right?”

“I didn’t know. But I do now. I wish I could see it.”

I brushed her hair back as I looked down at her.

“I’m serious, Justice. I’d really love for you to move in with me. Forget what your brother has to say about it. And we can go see him whenever you like. Honestly, between you and I, if you moved up here, I’m sure he’d take this cabin back.”

“You think he’d move up here?”

“Yeah. City life is getting old for him.”

She twisted her lip as she thought it over.

“You can see it, my cabin I mean. I got a text that it should just be another day or two and I’m good to go.”

“Yeah, I think I like that.”

“To see it?” I asked.

“To move in,” she whispered, cuddling up again.

Chapter 9

Sexy Axe Wielding Man

I groaned as I rolled over, feeling the cold air. Lazily, I reached a handout, hoping to find a warm body that moved, but the space was cold.

With another groan, I peeked an eye open, just to make sure. But nope, Eddie wasn’t there.

I frowned as I sat up, holding the blanket against me. There wasn’t a peep in the house, but there was some kind of hammering, or hitting, coming from outside.

I slipped his shirt on, then strolled to the front door, smirking as I saw him there in the front yard.

With a wicked grin, I licked my lips, enjoying the eye candy for what it was worth. Because he was there, naked chest gleaming under the morning sun as he cut wood.

And currently, he was every inch my lumberjack and holy hell did I want this man to show me who was boss.

To see those muscles twisting as he brought the axe down, to know he could lift me, with all my curves and extra rolls as if I weighed nothing, was sexy and had me squeezing my thighs together.

“Got a problem?” he called, snapping me out of my daze and I grinned at him.

“I just might, lumberjack. Care to help me with it?”

He threw the axe down and stalked towards me, making me squeal, then turned around and ran back into the house.

“You can run,” he taunted, his strides getting longer, “but you can’t hide.”

I laughed as his arms easily encircled my waist, turned me around, and then lifted me, my back hitting the wall.

“Where do you think you were going?” he questioned.

“Running from my lumberjack.”

“I don’t think I like you doing that. That makes you a bad girl, Justice, and bad girls get punished.”

My eyes dilated at that, and I could feel just how soaked my panties were.

Now that I had the okay from my brother, I was ready to give this man every last part of me. Honestly, I was tired of holding back and had Peyton not come into town, I would have flung my morals out the window anyway.