As soon as she stepped into the living area, she grabbed her purse. “Ready.”

The moment Brodie turned to her, his aloof vibe dropped, and he stood there staring, slack-jawed.

Or maybe she was the one staring at him. Because he was the most handsome, rugged, and potently masculine man she’d ever seen. He looked like a man who didn’t share his secrets but knew all of yours, like a man who didn’t have a care in the world but would drop what he was doing to help with yours. He looked like he played hard, expected to get dirty, and wouldn’t spare a moment on people who didn’t throw themselves into life the way he did.

He looked like the kind of guy who grabbed a fistful of a woman’s hair and pushed her down to her knees to get exactly what he wanted.

Sensation tore through her, lighting a path down her spine, flaring across the tops of her thighs, and settling between her legs in an insistent throb.

Where did that come from?

Okay, you need to stop this right now. “Was I over five minutes?”

Harrison grinned. “You’ve got thirty seconds to spare.”

“Perfect, because I left my phone charging on the nightstand.”

And then she ducked into the bedroom, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes.

Holy Mother of God, that man is hot.

“I’ve never seen a hotel like this.” As they crossed the lobby, she felt like an extra on the set of a gold rush film. Actors dressed as gunslingers bellied up to a brass-rimmed bar, the female staff wore hoop skirts, and the men wore suitcoats with vests and woolen trousers.

A valet opened the door for her, and she stepped outside to a lively shoot-out scene taking place up the street. She breathed in the dusty air tinged with sage and wildflowers. “I love it here.”

“Glad to hear it, princess.”

This place was doing things to her. Like…prying open her senses and making her hungry for every little thing. “Did we have breakfast?” She actually couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten.

Brodie shot her an odd look but didn’t say anything.

“I brought you up a croissant,” Harrison said. “Not sure if you had it.”

“I had a cowboy breakfast,” Gustav said. “Bacon, sausage, eggs, biscuits. It was delicious.”

Brodie gave a chin nod. “Yeah, we don’t do Continental breakfasts in Owl Hoot.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” Rosalina looked to the mountain range that had thrust violently out of the earth six million years ago. Her Alps weren’t quite so dramatic, having formed sixty-five million years ago. “Not with all the adventures you must offer here. White water rafting, hiking, rappelling. I’ll bet you even offer heli-skiing.”