After a particularly harsh break-up, Hannah Magnus decides to spend Christmas away from her Vancouver home, enjoying a little time for herself, and picking up the pieces of her broken heart. She crosses the border into Washington State and locates the idyllic cabin that will serve as her home for the next two weeks.
Mackenzie Dunlop is a man of action and reaction. A creation of his past and his profession. When he travels to the cabin he rented to stay in until the repairs on his house are complete, there is a surprise waiting…and Mac loathes surprises.
Thrown together in the least likely of circumstances, Mac and Hannah find solace in each other after a harrowing event. But the future holds no promise for either of them. Distance and circumstances stand in their way. Will love prevail? Or will Hannah and Mac remain two solitary souls sharing love and memories, living separate lives?
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Damn that name.
Why didn’t he tell her the truth?
Fear seemed the most logical explanation – fear of losing his heart to someone that might turn out to be something other than what they portrayed themselves as.
Fear of giving himself over to something that he did not deserve and losing them, after he lost his heart.
“Hey.” Hannah removed her glove and pressed her warm hand to his stubble-roughened cheek. He forced his eyes open. “It’s okay, John. You can be yourself around me. I’m no stranger to the effects that war and violence can have on the people who protect us from our enemies.” She searched him with her eyes. “I think I have a pretty good idea of the things you may have done and gone through in the name of your country and freedom. And I want you to know that it’s okay to feel deserving of friendship, even love.”
This woman kept shocking him. Mac detested the feeling. Like she could possibly know what he had done. And if she truly knew, Hannah most certainly would not be standing there with so much compassion in her eyes. She would be running from him faster than she ever ran before.
“John,” she captured his attention once more, forcing him to meet her gaze. “It’s okay. Really.”
The harsh rasp of air escaping his body was ragged and hunger-filled, displaying the constant desire he experienced in her company. He needed to control his thoughts and emotions around this woman. A low growl sounded in his chest and Mac shook her hand from his face, immediately missing the feel of her skin on his.
“You don’t have a fucking clue what is and isn’t okay when it comes to me, Hannah, so stop trying to understand me! Jesus Christ! Just…stop trying to fix me! I’m not some fucking shelter dog who needs your charity!”
Wide eyed, she stuttered, “B-but I never–”
“Keep walking,” Mac instructed, harsh and furious. “And whatever you’re thinking about me, you’re wrong. You don’t know me and you don’t goddamned well want to!”