Denali
I have a smile on my face as I put away laundry that afternoon. I think it’s been there all day. Even Nolan notices. “You’re fun, momma,” he said after I spun him around for the fifteenth time. “I like when you’re happy.”
I don’t even want to think about what’s made me so cheerful.
Morning s*x with a lion?
Check.
Being watched over by a vigilant soldier who doesn’t give a damn about his personal comfort?
Double-check.
Knowing he’ll probably be there again tonight?
Yeah, triple check.
I can’t let him sleep out on the hill again.
So what am I going to do? Let him in? Invite him to stay?
The thought sends my heart skittering into overdrive. But what will I tell Nolan? How long before he gets attached?
I find it fascinating that once again, my animal instincts didn’t alert m
