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patch it up just in case, though.”
    T ess ignored the spike of interest at the possibility of discovering more about him and frowned instead. “Why your place?”
    “It’s closest.”
    After she nodded her agreement they started together on the hike back, easily falling into step beside each other.
    “ So, other than your run-in with the stone, how did it go?” He asked at one time while giving her a hand to help her over a particular rocky patch that would bring them faster to his place.
    “I had no trouble at all finding it and it’s such a beautiful place. So peaceful. A squirrel even came along and we had a nice chat.”
    “A squirrel?” He looked at her and then laughed. “You’re quite something, Tess.”
    Hand on her hips, she bit her lip to stifle her own smile that wanted to spread over her face whenever he was smiling. “You find that weird? Well, what if I tell that I saw the lake in my dreams, that that’s the real reason why I’m here? My dreams.” Oh shit, she shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that, now he would think she was crazy.
    But his eyes were serious on her, not in the least disturbed by her confession. “You dreamed of this place? The lake?”
    She nodded, not able to look at him. “And before you ask, no, I haven’t been here before. Not as a child. Never.”
    “Well, my mom always says this place is pure magic. I believe that as well. Maybe you needed some of that.”
    Her gaze flew up to meet his soft, silver eyes. There was nothing malicious in them, just honesty and understanding. They tugged at her heart.
    They reached a wide clearing in the middle of which stood a cabin, similar to hers but so much more fitting as it snuggled close to the edge of the forest like it did.
    “The other cabins, including yours, are this way. Another five to ten minutes.” He pointed in the direction before opening the door and inviting her inside.
    The interior showed that this was the home of a man, but not in the sense of the messy bachelor cliché. It was practical, simple and even rough around the edges sometimes and yet sensual. Contrary to her cabin, the interior was made up of dark wood, which added even more to the masculine and earthy atmosphere. No superficial nonsense or knick-knack except for a few photographs and pencil sketches scattered on a desk. The only soft spots in the living room were a broad couch and a plush rug in front of the fireplace. Fortunately Nathan drew her attention before her imagination could run wild at the last sight.
    She followed him into his kitchen, where he pulled open a cupboard to get a first-aid kit.
    “How come you were in the forest? Don’t tell me Joanne sent you after me already?”
    “No, she didn’ t.” Nathan pulled up a chair and motioned for her to sit down at the table and Tess did. “I was looking for wood.” When she frowned, he elaborated while he sat down as well laying out everything he needed to clean up her wound, “I work with wood. As a simple carpenter or even sculptor, whatever is needed. I was looking for wood or an interesting stump that I could work with.”
    That explained the woodsy scent of him and his callous hands. An image of his warm, strong and large hands caressing her body rose in her mind. Pinching her nipples, cupping the swell of her hip before plunging his long fingers into her. His eyes met hers and saw right to her soul. She sucked in a breath, and then dropped her gaze to the floor. Don’t go there, Tess! You hardly know this man.
    Her brain struggled for something to say especially when his hands fluttered like butterflies softly over her skin to patch up her wound with the greatest care. “Did you find something?” God, Tess hoped her voice wasn’t as breathless and husky as it sounded to her ears.
    Something wicked flickered in his eyes. “I hope so.”
    Somehow she had the feeling they weren’t talking about wood anymore but tried her best to ignore it.
    “ So you’re saying