Another
thing
she
believed
with
all
her
heart
was
that
he
was
someone
who
could
be
trusted.
She
had
felt
comfortable
with
him
from
the
first
and
the
thought
of
them
alone
in
this
cabin,
miles
from
civilization,
didn’t
bother
her.
Yes,
she
decided
to
admit,
it
did
bother
her,
especially
when
it
stirred
something
inside
her
each
and
every
time
he
looked
at
her
with
promises
of
untold
pleasures
in
his
eyes.
Pleasures
she’d
never
had
before.
She
walked
to
the
window
and
looked
out.
It
was
dark
and
everything
around
them
appeared
black
and
still.
She
had
actually
seen
a
bald
eagle
fly
overhead,
but
she
might
have
missed
the
experience
if
Stone
hadn’t
pointed
it
out
to
her.
“What
are
you
thinking
about,
Madison?”
Madison
quickly
spun
around,
holding
shaking
fingers
to
her
chest.
She
hadn’t
heard
Stone
approach.
In
fact
she
had
been
listening
to
the
sound
of
the
water
running
during
his
bath
and
wondered
at
what
point
he’d
turned
it
off.
He
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
kitchen
wearing
another
pair
of
jeans
and
a
T-shirt
with
the
words,
The
Rolling
Stone,
boldly
displayed
across
his
large,
muscular
chest.
His
hair
was
damp
and
she
felt
like
crossing
the
distance
separating
them
and
rubbing
her
hand
over
his
head.
And
that
wasn’t
the
only
thing
she
wanted
to
rub
her
hands
over,
she
thought
as
he
held
her
gaze.
His
eyes
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