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baby.”
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter
Five
     
    Thunk
    I wake
slowly, disoriented as I push my hair out of my face and look about the
spacious bedroom. Shit! Sophie hasn’t woken me up this morning! Then it dawns
on me that I’m not in my own bedroom.
    That’s
right, we’re at the cabin. I smile as last night’s events of making love by
the fire flash through my mind. I glance over and frown at the empty bed.
    My phone
vibrates on the table next to me. It’s a text from Gail; a photo of Sophie
curled in her grandpa’s arms, drinking her bottle and looking up at him while
he reads the morning newspaper. We’re all fine. Don’t worry. Enjoy
yourselves.
    I smile
and respond. Thank you. We are. Love you guys. Will text later.
    I drop the
phone to the bed and scrub my hands over my face and then hear it again.
    Thunk
    What the…?
    I cross to
the sliding door that leads out to the deck and pull the sheer curtains aside
and gasp.
    Snow! It freaking snowed! There must be six inches of soft white powder covering
everything. It’s absolutely breathtaking.
    It
never snows in Seattle, my ass.
    Of course,
we are up in the mountains, so Seattle might very well just be wet today.
    Thunk .
    What the
hell is that?
    I pull on
my jeans and sweater, socks and shoes, and search the house. Isaac is nowhere
to be found. I peek out the back door and find him near the lean-to by the
house, splitting firewood.
    Holy
shit!
    His faded
blue jeans mold around his perfect ass and long legs. He’s wearing a black
t-shirt, and his fleece Northface jacket is lying over the railing nearby. The
hair at the nape of his neck is dark with sweat.
    He props
another log on the stump, raises the axe over his head and brings it down with
a loud thunk , sending the two new pieces flying in either direction.
    God, the
man is strong, and can do amazing things with tools.
    I stand
and just watch him for a moment, enjoying the view. The muscles in his
shoulders flex and move with each swing of the axe.
    I take a
deep breath enjoying the scent of the pine trees and cold snow. It’s not
unbearably cold, just enough to make my cheeks pink and I can see my breath
with each exhale. The snow has hushed everything around us, and it feels like
we’re the only two people for miles and miles.
    Thunk.
    Okay, time
to get his attention. I grin slyly and gather a large hand full of snow,
forming a ball, and take aim. I hit Isaac right at the back of his neck,
sending cold snow down his shirt.
    “What the
hell?” He spins and glares at me. “Did you just throw snow at me?”
    “Me?” I widen
my eyes innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Uh, huh.”
He sets the axe down, removes his gloves and eyes me speculatively. “I’m not
buying the innocent act.”
    I can’t
keep a straight face and I start to back up as he slowly advances.
    “Really,”
a giggle escapes me. “I didn’t do it.”
    “There’s
no one else here, baby.”
    “Maybe it
fell out of a tree?” I ask hopefully and continue backing up. He bends down and
gathers a large ball of snow in his hands, grins, and throws it at me, hitting
me in the shoulder.
    “Hey!” We
stand, panting, grinning, and then sprint into action, gathering snow and
throwing it at each other. He hits me way more than I hit him because I can’t
stop laughing long enough to really see where I’m throwing the damn snow.
    “You’re
not good at this,” he laughs.
    “Shut up!”
I throw another wad of snow, this time hitting him in the face. He shakes his
head and brushes it off and glares at me.
    “Now
you’ve done it.”
    “I’m not
scared of you,” I taunt him and throw another handful of snow that lands
nowhere near him.
    “Nice
try.” He grins widely, his blue eyes on fire and suddenly runs toward me.
    “Shit!” I
squeal, my heart in my throat, and run away from him. I’m so about to get it.
    He catches
me easily, wraps an arm around my waist and tackles me to the ground,
cushioning me