“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?”

I stepped back as I hugged the pillow tighter. “Because you saved me. You gave me coffee and fed me.” I grinned. “And protected me from the wolves.”

He came even closer, his scent clouding my thoughts as he reached toward me and then...beyond me, pulling down the blankets on the bed. “Climb in, Julia. You’ll be warm in no time, and I promise it’s more comfortable than the floor.” He lifted his chin toward the fireplace. “I’ll sleep by the fire and keep it going so we don’t freeze.”