Chapter 33

• He walks out onto the back deck with Sadie close at his heels. I watch him as I chop carrots. There’s something so damn calming about him. His movements are unhurried but confident, and if he wasn’t so intimidatingly good looking, I’d feel perfectly at peace around him, like I was completely protected and nothing ever needed to be worried about.
• “Fuck!” I shout when I’m too busy staring at his ass to notice I’m slicing into my finger instead of the carrot.
• Hank’s head jerks up, and he’s by my side in seconds, lifting up my finger so he can look at the damage. I see blood and quickly close my eyes.