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I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 25
I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the frozen boathouse, wrapped tightly in Cyrus’s suit jacket, when three heavy knocks rattled the front door. Cyrus opened it, revealing Carter bundled in a heavy down parka, snowshoes strapped to his boots, holding a cardboard tray with two steaming travel mugs of coffee and a box of warm pastries."Roads are clear, boss," Carter said, stomping his boots on the entryway rug as a cloud of cold air rushed in. "The snowplows just finished clearing the main pass. The lodge generator is back up, but Ms. Colt has been packing her bags and threatening to sue the entire resort board because the heated towel rack was out for four hours. We need to head back up so you can sign off on the departure clearance before we take the SUV back to the city.""Give us five minutes," Cyrus said, taking the coffee tray.I took one of the travel mugs, clutching the warm paper between my freezing hands. The hot coffee helped, but my mind was miles away from the lodge o
I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 24
I woke up feeling offensively warm. Which made zero sense, considering the boathouse chalet had turned into an icebox eight hours ago when the narrative engine deleted my space heaters out of sheer petty spite.My face was pressed against something solid, warm, and smelling faintly of cedar and stupidly high-end cologne. A heavy, warm weight was anchored firmly over my waist, locking me in place like a human seatbelt.I blinked my eyes open.My head was resting on Crest’s chest. One of my legs was thrown over his knee, and my left hand was tucked casually into the front of his unbuttoned dress shirt like I owned the place. Meanwhile, his arm was wrapped tightly around my back, holding me flush against him under the wool blanket the system had left us.I froze. My brain hit an error screen.My pillow border. My legal, administrative, non-negotiable border wall had been thoroughly destroyed in my sleep. I had invaded his side of the bed, abandoned my corporate neutrality, and turned int
I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 23
I was siting cross-legged on the daybed in the corner of the boathouse chalet, feeling undefeated.The hearth was crackling, the radiant floor heating had my boots feeling cozy, and I had a literal fortress of industrial maintenance gear stacked right beside me. Two thirty-pound space heaters, fifty feet of heavy-duty extension cord, three wool blankets, and a box of instant hand warmers I’d squeezed out of Carter.I tapped my pen against my legal pad, eyeing the middle of the mattress."You're sleeping on the left," I told Cyrus, pointing the pen at him like a drill instructor. "I am taking the right. This throw pillow down the middle is the international border. If you cross it, I’m charging you with territorial infringement and adding a line-item penalty to your invoice."He was standing near the fireplace, unbuttoning his suit jacket with that slow, effortless precision that belonged in a high-end luxury commercial. His eyes locked onto me, heavy with that dark, irritated frustrat
I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 22
Carrying two commercial-grade space heaters, fifty feet of heavy-duty extension cord, and a box of instant hand warmers through a mountain resort during an impending blizzard is not in any author’s job description.Yet there I was, trudging down the pine-needle trail toward the Crest Lakefront Boathouse, looking like an administrative prepper preparing for a nuclear winter.Cyrus was walking beside me, his hands shoved effortlessly into the pockets of his trousers. He wasn't carrying a single heater or the road salt. He was just strolling through the biting wind like he was on a casual runway, looking infuriatingly stoic while his hair whipped across his forehead."You look ridiculous," Cyrus said, his voice cutting cleanly through the howling mountain wind."I look prepared," I snapped, adjusting my grip on the box of heaters. "There's a difference. I am taking executive action to prevent hypothermia. Who knows that boathouse probably has a broken furnace, a drafty window, and a so
I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 21
The lodge coffee shop at seven in the morning was empty, dimly lit by yellow sconces, and smelled gloriously like freshly ground espresso and pine needles.I sat in a oversized leather armchair tucked into a quiet back corner, wrapped in my sweater, holding a massive porcelain mug of hazelnut coffee in both hands. I was just staring out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the dark mountain lake.Outside, the sky was turned a heavy, bruised shade of steel gray. The pine trees along the shoreline were swaying wildly in a cold mountain wind that looked like it was bringing something nasty down from the peaks.I pulled my phone out of my sweater pocket, dialed Lana, and put it on speaker, resting it on the table next to my coffee. She picked up on the second ring, her voice crisp and loud despite the three-hundred-mile distance."Please tell me you didn't get eaten by a bear," Lana said by way of greeting. "Or worse, trapped in a hot tub with Mr. Monopoly.""Neither," I said, taking a s
I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. Chapter 20
He carried me out of the pool enclosure like a damp, disgruntled sack of laundry, stepping directly over Yasmin’s soaking wet, shrieking form without giving her a single glance.Water dripped from the hem of my green string bikini, leaving a heavy trail of chlorine puddles all across the resorts dark hardwood floor and straight into the private elevator. He stood there holding me against his broad, drenched chest, his white dress shirt completely ruined and clinging to his shoulders like second skin."You realize," I said, dangling in his arms and glaring up at his sharp jawline, "that you smell like chlorine, wet leather, and unearned male confidence right now, right?"He didn't break stride. He kept his eyes locked straight ahead on the elevator floor indicator as the numbers ticked upward."You were shivering," he said in that low, quiet voice that was supposed to make women swoon. "And you nearly drowned my former acquaintance.""She had hair extensions and bad manners " I yelled,
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