“I don’t know,” I said studying his feature again. “A girl could get use to this. I’ve been surviving on tea and toast. It’s gotten kind of old.”
He didn’t say anything after than, just moved towards his kitchen and started fixing food. Before I knew it, the fire had gotten so warm I could barely keep my eyes open.
I could get use to this,the thought wove itself around in my brain as I pulled a blanket closer around me and I sank into a waiting nap.
Chapter 9
Killian
Peeking back into the living room, I found Lena asleep. She had curled up in front of the fire I’d built for us.
She was here. In my cabin, wearing my old clothes that seemed to dwarf her curvy body.
Here exactly where she belonged.
The chicken was sizzling in the pan, filling the space with the smell of garlic and herbs brought me back to the task at hand. I'd learned to cook out of necessity when I moved up here, but watching Lena's reaction earlier to the hot chocolate, like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted made me want to feed her everything.
Keep her fed.
Keep her warm.
Keep her here.
Keep her.
Never ever let her go.
“You’re obsessed,” I whispered so low I barely heard my own voice.
My phone buzzed on the counter. Another weather alert. The storm was going to last through tomorrow, possibly longer. Roads would be impassable.
Perfect.
I poured marinara over the chicken, added mozzarella, and slid it into the oven. Then I moved back to the living room, stood there watching her sleep.
Her face was soft. Peaceful. Unguarded in a way she never was when she was awake.
She had no idea what I'd done to get her here.
The car battery I'd disconnected. The tree I'd cut down myself and dragged across the road.
Every move calculated.
Every step planned.
Everything had been thought out to get to a moment like this.
And she'd walked right into it.
"Killian?"
Her eyes fluttered open, and I realized I'd been standing there staring at her for God knows how long.
"Sorry," I said, not sorry at all. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"How long was I out?" She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Twenty minutes. Dinner's almost ready."
