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eyebrow. “You can cook?”
    “I have no clue.” I grinned. “Wanna find out?”
    She laughed. “Well, all right, then, Vance. Let’s see what you got.”
    Between the two of us, we managed to make a big mess and some fairly tasty food. We had bowls of oatmeal with dried fruit and brown sugar. There had been two red apples left in the box so I chopped them up and she sprinkled cinnamon and sugar on them and heated them over the “stove.” When they were finished heating, she sprinkled some granola over the top and divided the apples into two paper cups. While I was cleaning up the mess (turns out I wasn’t a very good cook, but I was good at making a mess), she rummaged around in one of her bags and found a card with a giant green Christmas tree on the front. She set it on the table alongside our food and coffee.
    We laughed and ate, and she talked about some of her past holiday memories. Of course, I didn’t have any, but the conversation was never one-sided because she was so easy to talk to. I wanted to know everything I could about her.
    Something about Rachel made me not care I barely knew who I was. It was like we were in our own little bubble, in a place that was solely mine. Deep down, I knew this was rare, to have something just for me. It made the urgency I felt when I first woke up here seem less like a priority. In fact, the only urgency I was feeling in this moment was the kind that required no clothes.
    “Rachel, do you have a boyfriend?” I asked abruptly, interrupting the story she was telling me about her close-knit family.
    Her words died away and she paused. “No, I don’t.
    “A husband?” I pressed. “Someone waiting for you back home?”
    “There’s no one,” she said low.
    “Oh, there isn’t no one,” I growled, feeling possessiveness heat up my middle.
    “No?” She tilted her head to the side and studied me.
    I shook my head.
    “Then who is there?” she whispered.
    “Me.” The chair fell back when I stood, going around the table and pulling Rachel to her feet. “Tell me you don’t feel the attraction between us,” I told her. “Tell me you didn’t lie over there trying to sleep, unable to because your body was restless from my closeness.”
    She swallowed thickly. I heard it move down her throat. I inhaled deeply, tasting the air, looking for the scent of apprehension.
    It wasn’t there.
    I used my fingers to tilt up her chin and looked down into her wide green eyes. “Tell me right now, Rachel, because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you again, and this time I’m not going to stop.”
    Her hands were shaking when they fisted the front of my too-small shirt. “I can’t tell you that.”
    A guttural sound ripped from deep in my throat, and I picked her up, thrilled as shit when her legs wrapped around my waist. I carried her a few steps across the room and placed her back up against the wall, pinning her there between it and my body.
    I kissed her fervently, nipping at her lower lip with my teeth and sucking her tongue into my mouth. Her hands delved into the hair at the back of my head and pulled me closer, matching my kiss with a ferocity that fucking thrilled me.
    I reached between us, keeping our mouths tangled together, and ripped the tank top down the middle. The ruined fabric parted ways and fell open to reveal perky, round breasts. Because I refused to stop kissing her, I let my hands tell me what she was like.
    I delved a callused palm beneath the fabric, pushing it away and covering one of her breasts. They weren’t large, but there was enough to enjoy. I kneaded and squeezed the fullness, making her rock against me as we kissed.
    Her nipples were so hard I briefly wondered if it was painful, and it was that thought that finally got me to release her mouth. As she breathed heavily, I made my way down her neck, nipping at the skin and sucking her flesh hard enough that it would leave a mark.
    Good.
    I wanted everyone to know she was mine.
    After I left