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I hadn’t been okay since I had first seen that tiger. It was hard to believe so much had changed in such a short amount of time, and that all I wanted now was to throw myself at this almost complete stranger. And it shocked me to realize how comfortable I was around him, and in his cabin, and with that idea. It was shocking, but it was easy to adjust to. I squirmed a bit, thinking.
     
    “I wasn’t drawing,” I said. “I was reading.” Leon leaned back and grinned at me. I paled. He had seen the book. Did he think me a fool for reading something like that? Had he read parts of the book out of boredom? What would he think of me now? I pressed my hands tightly together and picked at the edges of the nails without looking. My gaze focused on a point behind Leon’s head. I blushed deeply and looked away from him and his knowing grin.
     
    “Yeah, I figured,” he said. He climbed off the bed with his knowing smirk, and swayed out of the room. I couldn’t help but stare as he went. His jeans hugged his muscular backside in all the right ways and left me aching for a more in-depth and hands-on look at what was beneath them.
     
    A moment later, he returned with my bag in one hand. In the other, he held the book I’d been reading – the cover was a bit muddy and torn, but still readable. I flushed when I saw him smirking.
     
    “Nice taste in books,” he said, tossing it to me. I buried my face in my hands to hide my blush, Leon’s laughter ringing in my ears. The laughter echoed a dozen times over as my headache returned. I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to. I was a fool, more so for ever thinking I stood a chance with a man like him. I closed my eyes and willed the blush away, head down and disappointment stinging my heart.
     

    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
      It took a few minutes of convincing before Leon got me to uncurl from myself. By then he had set my bag back on the bed and covered up the cover of the book with its corner. He’d also taken my dishes away and sat on the edge of the bed again. This time, he perched himself as far away from myself as possible. I wondered if that was for his benefit or for my own. We both seemed tense. I could feel the heat coming off him, even though he was several feet away. I could see the want in his eyes, hidden behind dark lashes and shaggy hair. I could practically taste the thin line of sweat that was slowly drying on his neck. And I wanted to reach out and touch him. I had a feeling that he was thinking similarly adult thoughts, if his darting eyes and apparently parched lips were any indication.
     
    “Would you like to see the rest of the cabin?” he asked me after a few minutes of silence. I watched him closely, looking for any signs of humor or deceit. I had no reason to believe he would lie, but I still smarted from his earlier laughter. I smarted even further from wondering about his motivations. Why was I here? Why was he so attracted to me, and me him? I didn’t have the answers, but I wanted to.
     
    “Sure,” I said. Leon stood and held out a hand to me, smiling. I took it and allowed him to pull me off the bed. Together we walked out into the rest of his cabin, and I couldn’t help but stare.
     
    “I guess we’re both artists,” I said quietly, but that didn’t begin to explain how I felt about the way the cabin looked. Of course, I had seen the paintings in the bedroom and the architecture there – vaulted roof, wooden walls, gorgeous beams, but it dimmed in comparison to the rest of the cabin and its artwork.
     
    The vaulted roof led to wooden crossbeams. Each beam was painted in intricate patterns. Some were painted with lions and other animals; others were covered in flowers and trees – plants that I couldn’t recognize because I’d never seen them before, at least, not outside of television. Even then, there were others I had never seen at all, period. The plains and jungles of Africa, all of it was painted on canvases and logs and cross