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Authors: Vivian Arend

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“Thank you.”

Allison traced circles on his chest. “I wanted it too.”

“Needed it.”

She leaned up on her elbow to look at him. “I like you. I’m glad we’re friends. And tonight…I needed this so bad. It’s like—”

Allison stopped.

Gabe was more up on the psychobabble than she’d probably expect.

“We needed to feel alive.”

She thought through his words before nodding.

He’d wanted her too. He wasn’t going to let her offer excuses. Or feel bad about having sought comfort.

“I wanted to give you pleasure. I needed it myself. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She rested her head on him again, and he couldn’t see her face.

“You’re right. And it was. Pleasurable, I mean.”


Holy fucking hell
I think you said,” Gabe teased.

Allison laughed, and they curled up together. Just being. Holding each other.

Usually at night Gabe planned the chores he had to complete around the ranch the next day, but tonight somehow it was easier to put that aside for a bit. Label it tasks to be dealt with tomorrow. Right now? He had something else that was a far higher priority.

Feeling that way was pretty much as special as it was confusing.

Chapter Fourteen

The changes were subtle, but there. Over the next week as Allison went through her day it was disconcerting how often she was distracted from the task at hand. More and more she found herself thinking about Gabe. Longing for the time when she could get back to the cabin and they could curl up together.

Curl up. What a bunch of crock. She meant so they could strip naked for another round of sweaty, satisfying sex.

After that first frantic night, the next time wasn’t as desperate but just as needed. Something about tangling with him let her forget her worries and fears for a moment.

She was still going to lose her mom. They still had to tell her siblings and deal with the fallout of that. But the body-shaking pleasure helped numb the hovering pain. Somehow made her able to get up in the morning and head into her day.

She stirred the sausage in the pan as she planned what she needed to accomplish that day. Friday. Time off from the restaurant opened up her agenda. Her mom had suggested coming over in the afternoon—Maisey was doing the morning shift at the Timberline and had promised she’d be home early after that.

There had also been talk of letting Paul and Elle know the truth soon. Maybe even this coming week. Allison wasn’t holding her breath, but while keeping the secret was hard, having it still secret meant she didn’t have to worry about dealing with their reactions either.

A meow brought her attention to the floor just as Puss in Boots wrapped himself around her ankles, looking for attention. Allison stooped and picked the kitten up, nestling him against her chest and cuddling him. Scratching his tiny chin the way she’d learned he liked.

Puss had made himself at home in the cabin, claiming an old T-shirt of Gabe’s and turning it into a nest. With Gabe in and out during the day, and Rafe offering to stop in to take care of him, it seemed the little creature had both made a full recovery and found a home.

Taking him with her when she eventually left seemed cruel, but the idea of leaving without him didn’t sit right either.

She was so deep in thought she never heard Gabe step behind her.

His greeting wrapped around her the same moment his hands slipped over her belly. “Good morning.”

He pressed his lips to the back of her neck, and goose bumps rose. A delicious shiver somewhere between anticipation and the ready knowledge of the pleasure he could put her body through.

“You’re lazy today,” she teased.

Gabe lifted his hand a little higher to pet the kitten, smoothing his fingers over its head gently. “Someone wore me out last night.”

Allison snickered, pulling the pan off the heat and turning off the burner. “I slept without moving for ten hours. I’m not sure who wore out who.”

He turned her, the kitten supported between them as Gabe lifted her chin. His toothpaste-fresh mouth woke desires inside she really didn’t feel comfortable with. Sex in the evening when it was about giving each other comfort? Sex in the morning when it was sheer physical pleasure? She could handle those situations.

This seemed far more intimate, and damn if she didn’t like it. Liking it was a bad thing.

Reluctantly, she pulled away, patting his chest for a second. “Breakfast is ready. If you grab the coffee, I’ll serve up.”

Gabe didn’t let her go. Instead, he stared down with a touch of something in his expression that looked strangely like fear before it vanished, and she wondered if she’d seen it at all.

He followed her orders, taking food to the table. Sitting easily.

Allison lowered Puss to the floor by his bowl, leaving the kitten with a final pet. She had to resist running her hands along Gabe’s shoulders as she made her way past him back to the sink to wash her hands. Addicted, that’s what she was fast becoming. Addicted to his touch. Since this wasn’t about anything permanent, she needed to nip those impulses right now before they got her in trouble. Bad enough she’d messed up his life with her crazy demands—last thing he needed was for her to fall in love with him.

Gabe pushed the sugar pot toward her. “I went over the reports you got back from the lab. Doesn’t look like I’ll be to be able to use the south fields for organic grain this time around.”

Another blow. She hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he’d told her to be upfront about the truth. “No. They’ll have to be in transition the three years. I guess the positive is that gives you time to talk to your neighbour. To convince him to stop spraying so close to the line. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “That section was the least likely to work. I’m okay with it.”

Only she could tell he was still disappointed. She hurried to the good news, hoping to put the smile back on his face.

“The vegetables from your mom’s plot are working out wonderfully with the new menu we put together. Is Dana okay with the orders we put in?”

“She’s happier than I’ve seen her in a while. Swear that woman never sleeps. Every time I go over there she’s found something new she wants me to ask you about. Latest is she wants to know if you’d like her to plant a second crop of spinach—seems she found a shady spot she thinks will work to stop the plants from going to seed too soon.”

Allison smiled, thinking the last time she’d stopped in at the house and got to listen to Gabe’s mom enthuse about the new crops. “Yes, we can use the spinach. If there’s a bit of excess, I’ll ask the chef to create some specials to use it up. People love that we’re using more local produce. The whole 100 Mile Diet craze is making them more aware.”

Gabe laughed. “Remind me to thank my cousin Blake’s wife for that one.”

Allison paused. “Jaxi? What’d she do?”

“The usual. Interfered in all the right ways. I found out she’s involved with the reading club at the library and added that book to the reading list. She organized a challenge for the summer, daring people to try to meet the 100-mile goal.”

The Coleman clan—through thick or thin. “You think she did that to help you out?”

He raised a brow. “Helps them out as well—she’s selling farm-fresh eggs like crazy. I’ve set up with my Uncle Mike for us to butcher some of the sheep privately come the fall. The profit per animal is way higher than taking them to market, especially the ones that I’ve been keeping aside and following the organic rules on. I’ve got the turkeys as well.”

“I can get you in touch with a few more sellers out in Red Deer—people who work the farmer’s markets and that kind of thing. That organic meat is going to be like gold, you know.”

His grin lit the room.

It was comfortable and peaceful, sitting and talking through the plans for the Coleman land. By necessity things were slow to change, but Gabe seemed content not to rush, and some of her burdens fell aside.

The sexual frustrations and longings? They stayed right up at high.

There was also the part of her that wondered why she wasn’t more focused on getting back to her life in Red Deer. This was supposed to be a temporary gig, living in Rocky, being there for her mom. Thoughts of wanting to see what Gabe could make of the land in the next five years had no place in her long-term plans, and the thought itched her the wrong way.

She really didn’t want to think about why.

Gabe was stacking their plates when loud knocking hit the door.

He sighed. “Bet it’s Rafe pretending to need something, but really here to visit the cat.”

Allison smiled. His kid brother had been coming over often, but he wasn’t bad company. “I don’t mind, and neither does Puss. And hey, at least Rafe’s knocking now.”

“Afraid to catch us fooling around on the kitchen table, or something.”

Her gaze darted to the solid wood planks still covered with the dirty dishes from breakfast, and the thought of having Gabe bend her over the surface made the most delicious shiver go through her.

She turned to the door instead of being brave enough to meet his eyes, just in case he could read the insta-lust that notion created.

It wasn’t Rafe on the other side. It was Travis, face bloody, clothing torn up. He was supporting another young man who hung limply at his side.

Allison gasped, “Oh, shit. Gabe, help.”

She swung the door open wide, and Gabe rushed out, catching hold on the opposite side and assisting Travis in bringing the staggering blond into the cabin. Puss in Boots vanished into the back bedroom, tail down.

“I couldn’t think of where else to go.” Travis’s voice rattled out, faint and rough like he’d been shouting for hours and had barely anything left. “Too many people around my place with the twins moved home.”

“Just get him inside.”

While they manhandled the stranger into the living area, Allison raced for some water and a washcloth. She didn’t recognize the stranger, which didn’t mean much since she’d been gone for years.

Gabe and Travis were speaking in low voices when she returned.

“I didn’t break my promise. I wasn’t fighting. That’s why I didn’t call.” Travis accepted the washcloth and applied it to the man’s forehead where a large cut had bled profusely, dripping across his face and into his hair.

Gabe glanced at Allison. “You want to make Travis something to drink?”

He was trying to get rid of her, which made sense. She didn’t need to know the details. “You want anything, Travis?” she asked.

Travis closed his eyes for a moment, frustration screaming out in his every move. “I’m not thirsty, dammit. Gabe’s trying to keep a secret for me, but since you two are getting hitched, I guess I’m just going to have to trust you as well, aren’t I?”

Oh God. Allison wasn’t sure how to stop this. “I don’t need to know anything you don’t want to tell.”

The man on the couch groaned loudly, and Gabe swore. “Travis, if he needs more than a place to sleep it off, this isn’t it.”

“Cassidy is fine.”

Gabe grabbed Travis’s hand and stopped it in midair. “He’s covered in blood and barely conscious. Not to call bullshit on you, but I don’t want a man dying on my couch just because you’ve got some screwy idea of keeping secrets and not going to the hospital.”

“Fuck it. I’m not dying.” Cassidy opened one eye a crack. “My head is killing me, but don’t start digging a hole to hide my carcass or some crap.”

“See? He’s alive. He’s also an asshole and an idiot, but chances are he’ll continue to be an asshole and an idiot for a long time.” Travis pressed the cloth against the man’s head, the blood slowly cleaning up.

“Takes one to know one.”

She should leave, but that was impossible. Allison waited, hovering on the perimeter like a forgotten puppy.

Gabe leaned in to examine Cassidy’s face. “Great. Not dying, but you still look like shit.”

“Nice place you got,” Cassidy forced out, blinking hard as he looked around. “Not that I can see much though the blurred vision.”

“Be quiet,” Travis ordered. “Gabe, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be traipsing around town looking like we’d done murder. We’ll clean him up and get out of your hair.”

Gabe’s response was a low growl. “You’ve already involved me. Stupid to stop now. Just tell me—either of you got the RCMP or anyone like that looking for you?”

The laughter that escaped Cassidy’s lips died off in a groan of pain. “Nice cousin you got there, T. Thinks the best of you and your friends, doesn’t he?”

“Shut up. He’s got every right to wonder, with you looking like you escaped from the pen or something.” Travis lifted his gaze to Gabe’s. “Nothing illegal. No one died.”

“That we know of—”

“God
dammit
, can you shut the fuck up for five minutes so I can explain this?” Travis dragged a hand through his hair, gaze snapping between Allison and Gabe.

The black circles under his eyes made her suspect whatever had happened had been going on all night long. She met Gabe’s gaze, looking to him for a sign of what to do.

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