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pussy—I left this morning, scared and running, once again.
What the fuck did I want out of life, and why did I spend a week pushing away the second best thing to ever show up at my door?
Most men don’t get that goddamn lucky in a lifetime.
I got it twice.
When I take the steps up to my patio, two at a time, my jaw falls. Holy fuck, this is bad. Tree branches have fallen across the patio. I step over enormous limbs, shocked to see the enormous bay window looking out to the lake smashed by a huge fallen branch. The glass is shattered, and I can easily step through it. I don’t, though, not wanting to slip on any glass—not at a time like this, when I need to take care of everything dearest to me.
“Amelia, Hope?” I shout, running to the patio door, pushing it open. Amelia didn’t lock it, but why would she? There isn’t a soul out here.
“Amelia?” I shout again, but there’s no answer.
My heart drops. Something happening to them is my goddamn worst nightmare … but in the living room, staring me down, is the fucking end-all and be-all.
A black bear is staring me down.
I stop dead in my tracks. The bear is pawing through my room, like he fucking owns the place.
How could I ever have left Amelia and Hope here without my protection? They need a man to take care of them, to show up, to never let them down. They need me.
Taking a better look at the bear, I can tell it’s just a cub. Maybe the storm frightened it far from his den, but it needs to get back to its mother, now.
Drawing a deep breath, I crouch down, wanting to make myself small enough so that it doesn’t see me as a threat.
As I position myself lower, out of the corner of my eye I see another bear—this one on the patio, arms raised. Pissed. This one is certainly looking for her goddamn lost cub. She growls loudly, and the cub that’s walking across my couch and fucking ottoman does the human equivalent of a kid getting caught in candy store.
Heart pounding, I watch as the cub runs through the room, toward the mama, knowing it’s busted but that there’s only more trouble if he tries to hide. I watch them run for the trees, out of my line of sight.
I sit there on the floor, my back against the kitchen cupboard, catching my breath. Then I panic. What if the bear already found Hope and Amelia?
I stand, then run to my office and grab my gun, not knowing if there are other bears in the house. As I make my way through my home, I find every room empty. My eyes fill with motherfucking tears as I search for them. I’m not a pussy, but I swear to God, if something happened to them I will die.
I need them in my arms, I need them now, and I need them forever.
They aren’t here, though. When I go through the door to the garage I see my pickup truck is gone, and the only thing left is my Jeep.
Thank God. They must have left during the storm. Left out of fear when the storm picked up.
I reach for my phone in my pocket, my heart dropping as I realize I must have left it on the fucking boat. Shit. I’ve got to find them, and I’ll drive all over Alaska until I do.
I grab my keys, jump in the Jeep. It’s time to find my girls.
Chapter Twenty
Amelia
T he nearest city , Skagway, is a solid forty-five minutes from Reed’s house. Fortunately, it has decent hotels. This is the city I flew into, and driving through it now, I realize I’m okay. Hope is okay. Yes, the storm scared us, but it didn’t shake us.
The scariest thing of the day, actually, has been driving a car with a baby in it. I look in the rearview mirror every six seconds to make sure Hope is still smiling, still here. She hasn’t left.
She keeps repeating mamamamamama , and at first it’s precious, but eventually it just starts to shred my heart. I can’t leave her.
After checking into a hotel, I grab Hope’s things from the car and carry her to our room on the ground floor. The room door opens to the outside, so I park the car right in front of ours.
There are two
What the fuck did I want out of life, and why did I spend a week pushing away the second best thing to ever show up at my door?
Most men don’t get that goddamn lucky in a lifetime.
I got it twice.
When I take the steps up to my patio, two at a time, my jaw falls. Holy fuck, this is bad. Tree branches have fallen across the patio. I step over enormous limbs, shocked to see the enormous bay window looking out to the lake smashed by a huge fallen branch. The glass is shattered, and I can easily step through it. I don’t, though, not wanting to slip on any glass—not at a time like this, when I need to take care of everything dearest to me.
“Amelia, Hope?” I shout, running to the patio door, pushing it open. Amelia didn’t lock it, but why would she? There isn’t a soul out here.
“Amelia?” I shout again, but there’s no answer.
My heart drops. Something happening to them is my goddamn worst nightmare … but in the living room, staring me down, is the fucking end-all and be-all.
A black bear is staring me down.
I stop dead in my tracks. The bear is pawing through my room, like he fucking owns the place.
How could I ever have left Amelia and Hope here without my protection? They need a man to take care of them, to show up, to never let them down. They need me.
Taking a better look at the bear, I can tell it’s just a cub. Maybe the storm frightened it far from his den, but it needs to get back to its mother, now.
Drawing a deep breath, I crouch down, wanting to make myself small enough so that it doesn’t see me as a threat.
As I position myself lower, out of the corner of my eye I see another bear—this one on the patio, arms raised. Pissed. This one is certainly looking for her goddamn lost cub. She growls loudly, and the cub that’s walking across my couch and fucking ottoman does the human equivalent of a kid getting caught in candy store.
Heart pounding, I watch as the cub runs through the room, toward the mama, knowing it’s busted but that there’s only more trouble if he tries to hide. I watch them run for the trees, out of my line of sight.
I sit there on the floor, my back against the kitchen cupboard, catching my breath. Then I panic. What if the bear already found Hope and Amelia?
I stand, then run to my office and grab my gun, not knowing if there are other bears in the house. As I make my way through my home, I find every room empty. My eyes fill with motherfucking tears as I search for them. I’m not a pussy, but I swear to God, if something happened to them I will die.
I need them in my arms, I need them now, and I need them forever.
They aren’t here, though. When I go through the door to the garage I see my pickup truck is gone, and the only thing left is my Jeep.
Thank God. They must have left during the storm. Left out of fear when the storm picked up.
I reach for my phone in my pocket, my heart dropping as I realize I must have left it on the fucking boat. Shit. I’ve got to find them, and I’ll drive all over Alaska until I do.
I grab my keys, jump in the Jeep. It’s time to find my girls.
Chapter Twenty
Amelia
T he nearest city , Skagway, is a solid forty-five minutes from Reed’s house. Fortunately, it has decent hotels. This is the city I flew into, and driving through it now, I realize I’m okay. Hope is okay. Yes, the storm scared us, but it didn’t shake us.
The scariest thing of the day, actually, has been driving a car with a baby in it. I look in the rearview mirror every six seconds to make sure Hope is still smiling, still here. She hasn’t left.
She keeps repeating mamamamamama , and at first it’s precious, but eventually it just starts to shred my heart. I can’t leave her.
After checking into a hotel, I grab Hope’s things from the car and carry her to our room on the ground floor. The room door opens to the outside, so I park the car right in front of ours.
There are two
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