Pull You In (Rivers Brothers #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,28

had been that first night without power.

It would only be one night.

Then she would be back in her apartment, comfortable, happy, away from men who had no business touching her.

I ended up not sleeping, just laying there, staring at the dark ceiling, watching the light come up through the window.

So I got up, powered the generator one last time, showered, made coffee, cleaned up after myself again.

There was no sign of Katie, not even after I heard the truck coming up the drive, the door slamming, bringing the owner of the cabin up the front path.

He was younger than I expected, somewhere around my age with black hair, blue eyes, and a tall, fit frame. Peeking out of his blue and gray flannel jacket were neck and hand tattoos that didn't exactly mesh with my idea of a rustic cabin owner.

He came up to the door, knocking, but moving in without waiting for an answer.

"You must be Rush," he said, giving me a head shake. "Your sister-in-law is a trip," he added.

"Tell me about it," I agreed, offering him my hand.

"Beau," he said, taking my hand, giving it a shake. "I should have known that woman was up to something when I'd asked if I should forward the welcome packet to the guests, and she replied that they would have everything they needed. Think that woman could talk herself out of a murder charge even if she was caught with the hot gun in her lap," Beau added, snorting. "Some friends and I handled the tree for you. The road is mostly clear. I will have the power company here later today."

"You're going to need more gas for the generator," I told him. "We cleaned everything up last night."

"Appreciate it. Oh, hey honey," he said, making my head turn to find that Katie had somehow managed to come soundlessly down the steps to stand just a few feet away without me noticing.

She looked tired, her eyelids puffy, purple smudges underneath. And even paler than usual, it seemed, as she stood there with slightly widened eyes, her mouth forming a little pouty O as she looked a Beau.

The surge of jealousy was sudden and unexpected, something I wasn't sure I'd ever really felt before, but there it was, a clawing in the stomach, a pressure on the chest.

Unwelcome, but undeniable.

"Katie, this is Beau. He owns the cabin. Beau, Katie. She hates the heads in the living room."

"You do too," she shot back, but didn't look my way.

"My uncle," Beau said, shrugging. "This was his place up until last year. I really didn't do much except clean it up and stick it up for rentals. I should probably make some changes. You want some coffee before you go?" he asked, looking at Katie. "You look like you need it. Bed not comfortable?" he asked, already moving over toward the coffee machine, making a fresh pot.

"The bed is fine. I was just cold," she admitted, making guilt stab me in the gut.

"Why didn't you sleep in the room with a fireplace?" he asked, and I was pretty sure the look he shot at me was accusatory.

Mountain men and their good manners, wanting to take care of the little ladies.

I wanted to be pissed, but it was how I was raised as well. Even if my sister—and most of my female in-laws—would want my balls to wear as earrings for suggesting such a thing.

"I, ah, I preferred my room," Katie said, head ducking, hiding whatever might have crossed her face from me, but it made Beau's brows furrow before he turned, reaching for a couple mugs. "The cabin is lovely," she went on. And since she wasn't, by nature, someone who was chatty with strangers, I figured her being so right then was for one of two reasons.

Because she was interested in Beau.

Or because she was trying to avoid talking to me.

Neither of those things sat right with me.

But I stood there as the two of them talked about the history of the cabin, what the sights were at the woods should she ever decide to make another trip back, the next time more prepared, ready for the mercurial weather and the unexpected ups and downs of cabin life.

"I'm a little bit more, um, what you might call, you know... indoorsy," Katie quipped, making Beau give her a warm smile.

If I hadn't been riddled with jealousy, I might have noticed it was the kind of smile I gave to Scotti, or the Mallick women,