8
Roan
Tackling Annie’s stubbornness was no easy feat, but I managed to weasel another day of being with her. I thought I’d managed to become her friend the night before, sitting out by a fire and talking about the good old days, laughing again over damn spider stories, but with the sunrise and my prodding into her life, came the walls again.
As for my prying, I couldn’t help myself. The idea of another man getting after her—fuckin’ having her with her consent—twisted my guts up in a tight knot. I’d held in my growl and the need to take, claim her as my own, at her admission, but barely. Already skittish around me, Annie would send me packing if I let my instincts rule.
Best to stick to being her friend and not hoping for more.
“Do you still love it out here like you did when you were
