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Then make myself walk away.

The fucking thing is secure.

End of story.

I cross the room, grab a couple of logs from the stack beside the fireplace, and get a fire going.

Kierra watches from the couch, one leg stretched along the cushions.

"Should I be worried?"

I glance at her.

"About what?"

She gestures toward the fire.

"Being held captive in a remote cabin by a very large, dangerous-looking man."

I straighten.

"You afraid?"

"Should I?"

"Not with me around."

Her expression softens.

Then she smiles.

"Good. Because I happen to like the cabin."

"Just the cabin?"

"And the table."

"Yeah?"

"And the chicken."

I grunt.

She pats the couch beside her.

"There's one other thing I'm considering keeping."

I look at her.

"That right?"

"Possibly. Haven't finished evaluating it."

Fucking hell.

This woman.

I sit beside her.