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As much as I wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe in my cabin, I liked the way she fought back. She might look like a kitten, but she’d got claws. One more thing about her that turned me on.
My eyes widened at the two pussies standing mute. She wouldn’t listen to me, but she would listen to them. “Do something,” I hissed.
“Keera, I just got a notification. Some of the roads are already closed. Even if you make it, they will send you back,” Kyle finally said. I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, but I didn’t care.
“Why don’t you just stay here for tonight, and I’ll drive you to school myself in the morning,” Brandon offered, his voice all soft and caring. Shit she would buy. “It’s just too dangerous out there. And you said it yourself, you felt safe that I was here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stand guard at your door all night if that’s what it takes to make you stay.”
He chuckled, and she did, too, her grip leaving the knob. Yeah.Himshe listened to. Me, they guy who jumped to save her from her stupid stubbornness while these douchebags stood still? Of course not.
Because I was too fucking rough.
Her tits rose with a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll stay.”
Chapter Seven
Keera
Karma.
She was really a bitch.
I did wish for a blizzard. But on Valentine’s Day to cross those who were celebrating. Not today to have me stranded in a cabin with three strangers, one of them was a total savage, alpha male lunatic.
Even though I hated everything about Zach’s facade, I couldn’t deny the delightful shiver and the wet throb I’d felt when he touched my wrist. It was raw. Completely instinctive. Part of me, obviously, liked the overprotective roughness in him.
If he just smoothed it out a bit, showed a human side to which I could connect, not just the overbearing animal, I might have given him—and myself—a chance.
At least, Brandon was here. He was so gorgeous, and that chicken was so moist and filled with flavors that made my heart melt.
After dinner, I offered to wash the dishes, but the three of them shooed me away from the kitchen. Even Zach. He was the first to grab a sponge.
A man who did the dishes? It was a shame a guy like him was so mean on purpose.
It was a shame that he had to go through that trauma that made him the way he was now. I didn’t know any details, but losing someone dear to your heart wasn’t easy. It changed people and lives.
I waited in the living room, cursing my luck. Shortly, Kyle joined me, his phone glued to his hand.
He smiled as he sat. “Whenever you feel like you’re going to crash, let me know. You’re sleeping in my room…well, the guest room.”
I grimaced. “Where are you sleeping?”
“Here. It’s a sofa bed where you’re sitting.”
“I can sleep here.” It was so comfortable and soft.
He chuckled at me, giving me a look as if I was crazy.
I sighed, hating this. Everything about this night. “Is there any news about the storm?”
“Nothing new.”
“Okay,” I sighed again. “Where is the wedding?”
“Portland.”
I nodded. “Are you going anywhere on the Valentine’s? It’s a day before the wedding, so it’s probably—”
“Bad luck? Yeah. We’ll skip it this year. We’re celebrating it a day after anyway. The wedding is even at the same hotel she loves to spend the Valentine’s.”
