Padding through the cabin she realized in daylight how homey and comfortable it really was. The bugs were nowhere to be found in the brightness and she could smell coffee. She followed the rhythmic smacking outside the cabin and moved around the deck before stopping to admire the impressive view.
Malachi Blackwood, wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts, swinging an axe and chopping wood was exactly the reason being in the forest alone with him was a bad idea. A very bad idea. She clenched her knees together as she gripped the edge of the wooden railing on the deck surrounding the cabin. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she muttered under her breath as she took in his tattooed chest, glistening with sweat and the way his biceps bunched each time he swung the axe.
“Instead of standing there
