“Let’s get Holly settled in,” Mickey shouted. “Carry her things into the cabin.” She gave them a move-your-ass look and both men stepped to it.
I’d never seen her command anyone to do anything, and I envied her take-charge attitude. I needed to harness some confidence to move my life forward.
The grumpy looking man snatched a box of my clothes from the truck bed and started toward the cabin. I swung the door open and exited, forcing the man to stop in front of me. His stare started at my legs and traveled past my stomach and landed on my breasts. I threw up my arms and wrapped them protectively around my girls.
I’d never felt more like porridge in my life. If Matt was Papa Bear then this man was Baby Bear, and he hadn’t been fed in days.
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