Chapter SIX

“Holy cow,” Bria whispered reverently.

Trench had to admit his chest swelled with pride at the way she was looking at his cabin. After all, he had built the damn thing with his own hands. On nights and weekends over the course of the last two years.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Better than okay, Trench. This is beautiful,” she replied.

Trench watched the unusual female walk around his cabin. He found himself watching her reactions, saving them for later investigation in the vault that was his mind.

Her impossibly dark brown eyes widened as she ran her soft, warm hands across his furniture, marveling at every little thing. He knew her hands were both soft and warm because she’d touched him only moments ago and he still felt the heat of them on his cheeks. They felt really good on his skin.

Grrr.