Chandler had had his fair share of meals at that table. The couch and chair—basic and brown leather—faced a small TV on an equally small console table because when Paul was home, he was outdoors.His property was probably more than five acres of heavily wooded forests, and the entire square footage of his cabin couldn't have been more than five hundred. The soaring ceilings of the main room is what made it feel bigger than it was. The old-fashioned wood-burning stove set into the back corner gave it a warm, inviting feeling, which would get even better once he had it lit."Bedroom upstairs?" she asked.Chandler nodded. "The loft."Elena eyed the staircase warily."Don't worry," he told her. "I have a long history crashing on that couch, and I've had much worse nights of sleep than that."Elena turned and faced the part of the cabin that was all windows. It was Paul's, and Chandler's, favorite part of the cabin. Yeah, it was small, but one whole side showed the beauty of this place the

Over her shoulder, Elena gave him a chiding look. "I guess you've forgotten that I bake too."Chandler held up his hands with a laugh. "Touché, Princess, touché."She shook her head. "Of course I can cook and I'm good at it."Tugging a chair out from the table with his foot, Chandler took a seat and shamelessly watched her navigate around the small kitchen area."How come you and Emily do everything together and yet you and Elijah are not as close as the both of them are?"Her smile was barely visible as she stirred the sauce. "Emily and I don't do everything together… At least not anymore," Chandler thought about the picture of her and her sister from her apartment. "Did something happen?"She snorted. "Not exactly. We were ... oh," she sighed, "how do I put this?I guess after college, living in different states kinda separated us too much…More than we cared to admit," Watching as Elena tasted the sauce, then added some salt, he nodded. He could understand that. Carefully, she set

Chandler surged forward and took her mouth. Oh, he took it deep and sweet and hot and hungry. Endless, wonderful kisses that had them panting and sighing and moaning as her hands ripped at his shirt. He took pity, breaking away to tear it off. Her hands slid over his skin, wonderful and gorgeous and stacked with muscles.Using his hands underneath her ass, he picked her up and stood, then moved to the couch in the sitting room area. He turned them so that she was underneath him on the couch. Once she was settled, those hands moved onto the waistband of her leggings as he peeled them off. They landed in a heap on the floor. Her underwear came next, his tongue coming out to lick along his bottom lip in a way that had her writhing helplessly while he stood and shucked off his pants and boxer briefs.Before he came back between her legs, Chandler snagged his wallet from the side table and pulled out a condom.She widened her legs so that he could settle his hips between them, and their ha

'I'm fine! Sorry. Sorry. Spotty service, haven't been checking my phone.' 'Not amused, Sis, not amused. I swear I'm ready to castrate Chandler for kidnapping you.' 'Chandler is hardly at fault for the snowstorm and he didn't kidnap me. I'm fine, and I'm on my way home now, so calm down, please.'"Emily's freaking, huh?" Chandler asked after he finally pulled the car onto the road.Her phone and all their belligerent texts were safely tucked into her bag where he wouldn't accidentally see them. The last thing Chandler needed was to know that Emily was ready to sic federal agents on him."They're ... fine." She tucked her leg up against her chest and stared happily at his profile. "But they're on to you, bud. They know the roads were cleared yesterday.""On to me?" Chandler glanced at her. "Should I tell them who seduced who into staying for one more day? Because only one of us was topless and begging. With straddling involved, I might add."Elena held up her hand. "Okay, okay. I get

She hadn't prepared anyone that she was bringing this guy who'd just consumed the past few weeks of her life. Chandler took the exit for her apartment as she tried—really, really hard—not to let her brain freak out over the fact that she felt this way about him so fast. Her heart thought it was freaking romantic. Her gut was all arrows, pointing straight at Chandler. Her fingers tightened around his hand before she realized what she was doing."You okay?"Elena nodded furiously. "Fine. Just ... still trying to mentally prepare to be back.""I miss that cabin too, baby."Smiling, she thought about something he'd said right before they left. "You gonna warn Paul that you're shipping him a new mattress?""I better." He grimaced. "If I were him, I'd want to sleep on the couch until something shows up that wasn't defiled the way we defiled that mattress."She was still laughing when they pulled up in front of her apartment building,and Chandler whistled as he pulled the car into a parking