By the time the day was over, I was exhausted, terrified, exhilarated—any word you could think of to describe topsy-turvy emotions after a lot of hard work, interspersed with a fist fight and thorough kissing.
I’d spent the rest of the afternoon enduring knowing looks from Meg, especially when I’d pause in the middle of a task for no reason, or when she’d have to ask me twice to hand her something. Bear had pushed past my barriers and he’d decided that we were going to try this…whatever this was, whether I liked it or not. I didn’t have it in me to resist, especially since, deep beneath my fear of the unknown, I wanted it, too.
He’d called me a coward, likely aware it would push my buttons, especially since he knew goddamn well I’d been a hard-assed soldier and remained proud of that fac
