Drake's Retreat

“You should be more alert. I could have been a bear,” he growled as he carried the crate of supplies past her.

“You are a bear, Mr. Strong,” Maggie spoke loud and clear as she placed her hands on her hips.

Drake immediately stopped and dropped the crate to the ground. He stood tall and held his back rigid to her for a moment. When he turned to face her, he had a smile on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He slowly stepped toward her, and she had to make a conscious effort not to retreat.

“I should warn you, Maggie,” he stepped within the realm of her personal space before continuing. “As your host, I can make your stay here pleasurable, or I can make it a living nightmare. Which do you prefer?”

Maggie closed the gaping hole in her mouth to speak. “P-probably the former, Mr. Strong. I mean Drake. I apologize. My runaway mouth has gotten me into trouble more than once.”

His gaze lowered to her lips. “I don’t doubt that for a minute.” As his eyes traveled back to hers, they turned a shade darker.

She moistened her dry lips. He watched.

She fought hard to find her voice. “I’ve been a bit on edge, lately. With all that’s been happening…” Her voice trailed off. “Maybe we can start over.”

“You’re mistaken. There is no we.” He turned and picked up the crate, walking away without a backward glance.

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