Bear Treble (Highland Brothers 4) Read Online Free PDF

handle and heaved it over her head. He stopped himself from chuckling at her. He had to give her the swing. She had that, but the ax was wedged in the log.
    “Hold on, let me help you.” He reached around behind her, his hand sliding over top of hers. As soon as he touched her he felt the fire rage through him. It was the fire he had been avoiding for the past hour.
    His palm burned from the want for her. He moved her hands out of the way so he could dislodge the blade.
    “Here.” He handed her the handle, trying to calm his bear. He had to get this under control.
    She twisted those full, lush lips together. “Maybe I should stick to singing.” She held up the ax. “I’ll let you do this part.”
    “Might be best.” He retrieved the ax from her, but not before he caught the look in her eye. “Stand back,” he directed her.
    Layla positioned herself against the woodshed while she watched him hack a few more logs. “You do that like you’re splitting pencils.”
    “Nah. I just make it look easy.” He looked around for a wider log. One that would look more challenging, even though he knew his bear could chop a hundred pieces before getting tired.
    “I’m trying to figure you out.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “I could say the same thing.” He touched the blade to the center of the wood before cutting through it.
    “Me?”
    “Yeah.” He stood back. “I still don’t know why you’re out here. I would have delivered the songs on time.”
    She huffed, “Yeah, well maybe I don’t know you well enough to trust you. It’s my career on the line.”
    “Mine too. We both have something at stake here.”
    Her chest rose, pushing her breasts forward and he couldn’t stop his eyes from fixing on the swells peeking over her tank top. If he didn’t know better he thought Layla liked the attention. She arched her back a little deeper away from the shed wall.
    “Maybe I wanted a break.”
    “A break from being an international star? Come on.”
    Her eyes quickly lowered to the ground, and for the first time he thought he had struck a nerve with her. “Wait, is that it? You used this as an excuse to escape?” he asked.
    “It’s not an excuse,” she pleaded. “It’s still work.”
    “But you’re using my refuge as yours.” His brows knitted together in a frown.
    “The house is huge. It’s not like you don’t have room.” She planted the heel of her boot on the wall.
    “What could you possibly want to escape from? I’m sure back home you don’t have to lift a finger to do anything.” He hung the ax inside the woodshed. He had enough logs to use if he wanted to make a fire.
    “You think I like having people manage me twenty-four-seven? It’s constant. I never have time to myself. I never have this.” She looked up at the sky.
    “Yes, I do think you like it.” He stood in front of her.
    She pressed her lips together. “Well I don’t. You don’t understand.”
    “No, I guess I don’t.” He brushed past her, but before he was two inches away, she reached out, her hand gripping his forearm.
    “Don’t do that,” she whispered.
    He took a giant breath. It was exactly what his bear wanted. To be alone with her outside.
    “We were in the middle of a conversation, Dylan.” Her eyes drifted to his lips. “Don’t just walk away.”
    He felt the shudders under his skin. Her fingers pressed into his shirt, but she might as well have been raking her nails over his bare flesh. She was driving him crazy in every way.
    “I’m going to load up the firewood,” he explained.
    He had said it, but instead of turning in the direction of the pile he had made, he pivoted so that her body was in front of him. He didn’t want to stack wood. He didn’t want to walk away from what she was telling him. He wanted to taste her.
    His hand slipped to cradle her jaw. She tilted her lips toward him, her green eyes hooded with lust. And he lost it. He lost the last shred of control he had on his