Will frowned. “Too strong?”

“Oh no, dangerous because it’s delicious—possibly too drinkable.” He chuckled. “But Will, this place … was this why you weren’t about this morning? You were here?”

He cocked his head. “Guilty.”

“But how … how do you do all of this in one day?”

“Oh, no, the cabin’s always like this. I mean, it’s kept up. It’s a hunting cabin that we share with some of the other families in the area. I just made sure we’d have it to ourselves, then came early and dropped off the food, cleaned it up a bit, lit the fire.”

“Oh, right.” Had she really thought that he’d lugged everything there, as though there was some sort of dogsled division of U-Haul specifically for outfitting isolated cabins in the woods? She giggled at herself for being so silly, foregoing her usual self-flagellation.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s lovely. Very thoughtful.”

He bit his lip and stared down at the tumbler that he was turning in his large hands. He’s nervous. The thought did incredible things to Lucy’s insides because in her mind, that could only mean one thing. He’d brought her there to seduce her! Oh, happy day!

Lucy took another sip of her whisky, feeling it warm her through. “Will,” she said in her best sultry voice. He looked up at her and she met his eyes with an unwavering stare. “Here.” She took his glass and placed it on the table, adding hers next to it. Will watched her, his lusty expression telling her that she had guessed correctly. He released his bottom lip and his tongue flicked to wet it. Lucy turned to face him, her hand reaching for his chest. He captured it in his and pressed it to him.

Just when she thought she couldn’t bear being apart from him any longer, he pulled her onto him in one swift movement, burying a hand in her hair. Her face close to his, she took in the flushed colour of his cheeks, the fullness of his lips, and the dreamy expression in his eyes, then felt the firm touch of his other hand on her hip.

This was it—this was the fantasy!

Her phone pinged from her coat pocket, yanking Lucy’s focus away from Will. It was an email notification. Worse, it was a work email notification. Angela! Angela had replied to her email. It had to be that. No one else would be emailing her during the holidays. There was no need, as they were all on holiday too. But what appalling timing!

“Do you want to check that?” She glanced at Will and it was clear that their sexy spell was well and truly broken. Bollocks. She sighed, then tried to push herself up, one hand landing on Will’s groin. She realised almost right away, but not before she’d put half her body weight on that hand. Will groaned and, likely on impulse, jerked his knees in to protect himself, catching Lucy in the back of the head.