Hank looked to the barely erect cabin. “Here? This shack? Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re coming with us.”
No f*****g way would I let her stay here. Not only could the shack fall down at any time, I wouldn’t see her living like this, even for one night. She deserved a soft bed, softer clothes and a hot meal, not whatever hard tack she had in her saddle bag that would only ease the ache of an empty belly. Where would she get more food? Hell, where would she go when it rained, when it turned cold? No f*****g way were we leaving her here.
Her dark brow quirked up as she looked up at him. “You’re arresting me? I wasn’t the one trying to kill you. I saved you.”
“We’re not arresting you,” he countered on a sigh. I knew what he was thinking. We had to pick the most contrary woman in the terri
