“You think I should?” His arm tightened around her waist…and his finger kept circling. “I didn’t get a tour of your cabin the last time I was there.”

“Ah.” She swallowed at the throaty promise in his deep voice. “You know…I have a very nice bed.” Her words came out sounding like she’d just woken up in that damn bed.

“I’d enjoy seeing this fine bed.” Releasing her, he grinned and pulled her tank over her head.

As she picked up her jo, he called Gryff. “Good job, buddy. You did a fine job of guarding us” Bending, he gave the happy dog scratches and pets.

In the deepest part of her chest, Frankie’s heart did a long slow slide.

Oh, no, no, no. She was falling for this big Alaska man.

Chapter Thirteen

If at first you don’t succeed, reload and try again. ~ Unknown

On Monday night before the book club meeting, Frankie turned off the car. Cribbio, she was tired.

Earlier today, she’d parked her car at Chevy’s house and tried the trail that Bull had used after she’d been shot. It turned out she might have been just…a bit…overly optimistic about how easy that trail would be.

It was a good thing she had her compass, or she would’ve been totally lost. And this was in daylight. Trying it at night, even with the NVM? No way.

She needed to figure out how to mark that trail.

With a sigh, she laid her head on the steering wheel and pulled in a breath. Rain pattered down on her car, turning the interior to a gloomy gray…just like her mood.

It was only a few days into the PZ’s lockdown, and already she was so frustrated her head might explode. Who knew what Kit and Aric might be enduring in that ghastly place?

Then there was Bull. She laid her hand on her chest because just the thought of him made her heart happy. Then sad. Since last Friday’s sparring sessions, Bull had joined her in the park for morning workouts—he called it P.T.—and then sweaty, amazing sex in her cabin afterward. Damn her for a fool, but their times in bed were becoming more than just friendly fuck-sessions. At least on her part.

But what if he started to really care for her?

Maybe, if the stupid PZs hadn’t done their war scenarios, she would’ve been too busy to let Bull sneak under her defenses and into her bed. Into her heart.

But nooo, she’d been so anxious, so lonely, so unhappy that the comfort of his mere presence had been overwhelming, even without adding in the sex. Now, here she was, totally falling for him. A man she wouldn’t hurt for the world…and that was what appeared to be in the cards. A whole bucketful of hurt for them both.