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sex – which was just about the only thing on his mind. “You never did tell me why you decided to come over here. Why’d you take me up on my offer finally? I thought you were going to be real busy with your job now.”
    Keesha fell silent for a moment and Battle wondered if he’d already managed to muck things up and say the wrong thing. Finally, with a resigned sigh, Keesha shook her head.
    “No, I’m not going to be busy. Well, not with that job, anyway. I need to find a new one, but I wanted a breather. I sort of… quit. In a blaze of glory. Not quite a YouTube worthy rant, but not far from it. I had a jerk of a boss who had yanked my chain one too many times, and when he did it again, I couldn’t help but bite. It was either get out or be put down, if I’m continuing this dog on a leash analogy here.”
    Battle held her hand tighter when he helped her across a large fallen tree, making a mental note to come and take care of it as soon as he could. Wouldn’t do to have his girl stumbling over things around his house.
    “I’ve always loved a woman with a good bite,” Battle said, chuckling. “And you decided to come visit me? That’s a big vote of confidence. How did you know I wasn’t some crazed recluse, living in the middle of nowhere, making his living by doing questionable things?”
    He frowned at that. He’d just described himself to the letter. Glancing at her, it was clear that she too had caught the unplanned reference. Keesha chuckled and the tightness in him relaxed again. She had a magical way of doing that to him – letting him unwind when he was getting close to the edge. Sort of like a short of strong bourbon at the end of a long day.
    “Our conversations made it seem like you’re an honest guy. I was half-expecting to find you living out of the bed of your truck when I got here. I’m glad that isn’t the case.”
    Battle swallowed the smirk he felt tugging at the corners of his mouth.
    “Sure, me too. Would have made for awkward sleeping arrangements. How about we get to the house and I cook you up this big ol’ salmon here and then you can tell me all about your prick of a boss. Or not tell me. Either works.”
    He didn’t add what he was thinking, though. That it’d give him ample time to just watch her and enjoy being around her. Every tiny bit of him wanted to throw the fish over his shoulder, grab her and fuck her on the soft forest floor. He’d been through every manner of torture in his life, but this? Keeping his hands off of her? This might just be the one that would kill him.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Keesha
     
    Unfortunately, Battle had put on another shirt. Fortunately, he’d gone without one long enough, letting Keesha thoroughly memorize the ridged and flexed landscape of his chest and stomach. It made her salivate, and she wasn’t even ashamed of it.
    Or maybe it was the delicious smells of the dinner he was cooking. Her belly grumbled audibly and she keeled over, gasping and laughing.
    “Don’t worry. It’ll be done soon,” Battle said, chuckling.
    “Are you sure I can’t help you with anything? Not that I could boil a pot of water without setting fire to the house, but maybe with adult supervision I could do something useful. Like find knives and forks or something.”
    “Got that covered. You just sit your pretty ass down and make yourself comfortable,” Battle said, holding up plastic cutlery and paper plates.
    “You really haven’t been living here for that long, huh?” Keesha asked, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.
    “I have not,” he admitted.
    He didn’t have a dining room table or even proper chairs, just the couch and a rickety foldout table. The more she thought about it, the less put together the cabin looked – even for a recluse like Battle. Weren’t the loners supposed to be the ones who took the greatest pride in their personal space?
    Quietly, Keesha’s gaze wandered across the small room and then landed back on Battle, fussing