Van took a step toward me. “Come on, Julia, there has to be a man in your life who tells you how damn sexy you are.”
Swallowing, I turned away, avoiding the subject, and began to open the crate of nectarines.
As I tugged on a plastic cord holding the lid in place, Van’s hand came over mine.
The electricity from before returned.
When I looked up, Van held a pocket knife in his other hand. “Step back so you don’t get cut.”
Without speaking, I did as he said. The plastic snapped as the blade sliced through it. The muscles in his arms bulged as he lifted the lid and placed it under the counter. Turning, he held out a nectarine. “Dinner.”
I took the golden and red fruit from him, careful that we didn’t touch again. “Thank you.”
Retrieving our mugs, I added more coffee to each one and took them to the hearth. Even with the roaring fire, the air farther away was chilled. Basking in the warmth, I settled on the blankets and rugs where I’d awakened. After taking off his boots and leaving them by the door, Van joined me on the blanket.
With our legs crossed, we both stared into the flames. Every once in a while, our knees would touch as we both ate our nectarines and drank our coffee. As the fire warmed me outside, the coffee and his incidental touches warmed me inside.
4
Julia
My teeth chattered as I opened the door to the outhouse and sheepishly smiled up at Van. The snow blew around us as he tucked me under his arm, and we hurried back to the cabin. Once inside, I shivered as I shrugged off my down-filled coat and looked down at the ridiculous waders.
“Thank you for going out there with me.”
“What good is it to hold a beautiful woman captive if I let her freeze to death?”
“Or if she’s eaten by wolves.” I had been ready to venture outside to the outhouse by myself until I heard the howl of a wolf. There weren’t many literal wolves to deal with in the Chicago suburbs.
“Wolf attacks are rare,” Van said with a grin.
“Rare implies that they do occur.” Holding onto the wall, I pushed down the giant rubber waders until I could step out with one foot and then the other. When I turned, Van was looking in my direction. “If you say the waders looked sexy, I’ll know you’re lying.”
He came toward me and grabbed the waders, taking them to the pegs on the wall to let them dry. “No, Julia, the waders aren’t sexy.”
I nodded. “Maybe you don’t lie like other men.”
My attention went to the one bed. I reached for a pillow. “I can sleep by the fire.”
“There are plenty of blankets on the bed. You’ll be warm.”
“How do you know?” I asked, pulling back layer after layer of blanket. “You’re right.”
Van gestured out to the room. “I figured if all these blankets are out here, there would be plenty on the bed.”
“Shit,” I said, noticing my phone. Picking it up, I saw that not only was there no signal, the battery was down to less than ten percent. “I meant to turn this off.” Once I did, I put it back on the bedside table. Slowly, I turned toward Van. His dark hair was mussed from the hat and there was dark stubble on his cheeks. His coat and boots were again near the door. Starting at the floor, I scanned his wool socks, long legs in faded denim, the way his shirt stretched over his chest and arms, his five o’clock shadow, high cheekbones, emerald green eyes, and back to his messy dark hair.
It wasn’t until my scan reached his stare that I realized Van had been doing the same to me. Nervously, I ran my fingers through my hair and laughed. Seeing the door, I asked, “Should we lock that?”
“If anyone finds their way out here, they deserve a warm shelter.”
“But what if they’re bad people?”
“What if I told you that I was a bad person?”
I reached again for the pillow and hugged it in front of me. “I wouldn’t believe you.”
Van took a step toward me. “Why?”