Chapter 28

As we walked through the eerily deserted rooms—the kitchen finished except for the appliances, the bathrooms torn out to the studding, and the new sliding glass doors and huge windows still with factory paper on the panes—I again shivered.

“Don’t you feel it?” I asked him.

We were standing in the master bedroom, Max holding me in front of him as we looked out at the wind whipping through the trees.

“What? All I feel is horny.” He ran his hand down my chest to my groin, fondling me. “Can’t wait to snuggle up here with you in the bed you designed. You spendin’ the night with me tonight?”

He held me so close I felt as if I were just another layer of skin on his body. I nodded, letting him squeeze me.

“Can’t wait,” Max sighed.

The thunder and lightning around us threatened to let loose into a major drenching, so reluctantly we closed up the cabin, making sure the doors were soundly locked, and left.