Chapter 21: Self-Love

Back in the island cabin, Shasta made another pot of macaroni and cheese, vowing to be more diligent in finding a healthier dinner the next night. After she’d cleaned up her mess, she wandered outside. The sun was just sinking behind the hills to the west, casting an orange glow on the lake. Across the water, she could see lights on in the cabin farthest from the lodge. That had to be his. Blake’s.

She sighed deeply, remembering the way he’d kissed her. The heat had melted her to her core. Then she’d said something stupid about being up for more. She winced and shook her head. I don’t know why I have to be such a dumbass.

Still, he had kissed her. That had to mean that he was attracted to her. Right? She remembered the electricity she’d felt when he’d reached over her to help with her seat belt. And when he’d helped her fishing. Being close to Blake was intoxicating.