CHAPTER SIX
I dropped Mr. Tall, Dark, and Manly off at his truck, and he didn’t even try and get my number. Jasper kept a polite distance, and it was almost as if there wasn’t a pistol pointed straight at his package the entire time.
Maybe the Glock had something to do with his just not being that into me. Ya think?
I returned to my treehouse, glad I could be on my own once more, no interruption or intrusion.
The thick blanket he slept under last night was folded neatly on the couch. I took it to the linen closet, and as I lifted it up to the shelf, there was a whiff of nutmeg and woods mixed with a freshly sliced lime. The liquid longing flowing through me stopped at my core and squeezed.
Bullshit. I didn’t long for anyone. I didn’t need anyone. Living out here on a hundred acres, no
