She’d wanted to check the road, see if it was possible for her to drop them off at Murray’s this morning. The earlier the better for her peace of mind.
Uh-huh, like you really want them to leave.
That was the problem, wasn’t it? She didn’t want them to leave and she felt guilty about it.
Dave wouldn’t want you to feel this way. Dave wouldn’t want you to be alone. At least, she didn’t think he would.
She’d already checked the creek. Completely flooded. That’s when she’d decided to check the road into town and had come across the downed tree.
It seemed that Archer and Doc weren’t going anywhere for at least another day. She started turning her truck around. She’d best get back to the cabin before they got up.
Why was she worried about that? They weren’t the boss of her, she could do whatever she wanted. Just because Doc told her not to get out of bed until ten didn’t mean she had to obey him.
You’re a big girl.
Kind of.
Still, she felt nervous as she turned up her driveway, the truck bouncing along potholes that really needed fixing.
She’d have to add that to the list. Maybe she could get a hire-a-hubby. Did those still exist? Get everything done in one swoop.
You could hire an assistant. Urgh, but she’d need someone who was kink friendly. She’d just lucked out when she’d found Daisy to edit her books. Not only was she an amazing editor, she was also a Little. With her own Daddy.
Maybe you should visit her one day.
Sometimes she worried they weren’t really friends. After all, she paid Daisy to edit her books. She kind of had to be nice to her, right? If they really met, Daisy might find out that Caley wasn’t all that interesting or fun. That she was kind of absentminded and likely a terrible friend.
Yeah, best they don’t meet then Caley could at least keep up the idea of having a friend out there, rather than knowing she was all alone.
She pulled up outside the cabin, turning off the truck. The door to her cabin opened and two clearly furious men stepped out.
Uh-oh.
She’d expected that Doc might be a bit annoyed that she’d snuck out past him. He seemed the type who liked to control everything and everyone around him.
She’d seen glimpses of fire in him. Hot to touch, dangerous when he burned. Archer was cooler. Calmer. But there was something under that carefully presented surface.
And both of them were glaring down at her from the porch, hands on hips, their stances so similar she’d almost think it was choreographed if she didn’t know them. It was obvious there was tension between them
Despite whatever seemed to be going on between them, it seemed they had united together about one thing.
Her.
She wasn’t sure that boded well for her.
When she didn’t leave the truck, they obviously grew impatient because one of them started down the steps towards her.
What surprised her was that it wasn’t Doc but rather Archer who came towards her. He opened the door to her truck.
“Um, good morning.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Is it?”
“You didn’t sleep well?” she asked.
“I slept fine. It was when I got up that the problems arose.”
“Oh, sorry. Couldn’t you find any breakfast?”