February 9
Someone had broken into my uncle’s cabin the next morning while I slept. I lay in bed, smelling bacon, eggs, and the strong scent of percolated coffee. I also smelled the heavy scent of a man: sandalwood mixed with sweat.
“Officer Noah Rexington at my service,” I whispered to the bedroom, grinning, knowing he had invaded the cabin without permission. Not that I minded since I liked having him around, not just for protection, but also for my soul and to fill my liking.
I thought about lying in bed for the next five minutes, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for Prince Charming to serve me breakfast in bed. That didn’t happen, though. Yes, we had kissed, but we weren’t boyfriends. I honestly didn’t expect him to do something like serve me breakfast in bed. Instead, I climbed
