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thought, wrapping one arm around her side to pull her even closer.
She needed to know that she was everything he had ever dreamed of, and more. She had been so brave when the accident happened, he was sure the bear wouldn’t scare her, not if he explained it right. And then… and then, perhaps, this lonely bear would at last find his home and his happily ever after.
***
When Eve woke in the morning, the sun had only barely begun to rise. She stretched with a yawn, unable to keep from smiling. The sex had been so incredible it had left her thoroughly drained. Also, Chris was wonderfully warm, and although it had become chilly in the small cabin overnight, she had never felt as comfortable as she did right now, with his arms around her and his mouth against her neck.
In the pale light of the first rays of the morning sun, Chris at last started a fire while Eve looked through the cupboards of the shack. Pasta, rice, some instant ramen—at least they wouldn’t starve, she thought, then had to laugh at her melodramatic thoughts. They’d get rescued later today anyway. Or tomorrow, depending on how busy the search teams were with other areas affected by the flooding. But they had food, and there was a nearly full box of teabags as well. No coffeemaker though, as she noted with a sigh. Well. She’d have to be happy with the fact that they hadn’t been forced to spend the night outside in a cave.
“What do you think of rice for breakfast?” she asked, and he laughed and kissed her.
“Perfect! Actually I’d eat anything right now.” His stomach grumbled, and he gave her a sheepish look. “Sorry. I eat a lot, and we both missed dinner yesterday. Although I love the sweet treat I got instead!”
Eve couldn’t help but laugh. “I’d love to make pancakes, but that’s a sweet treat that might have to wait for another morning.” God, she hoped there would be a lot of other mornings like this! “Let me see if I can keep you fed. You might need your strength later.”
“Oooh, you’ve got plans for me?” he asked with a grin, and she slapped at his hand when he made to pull her into his arms once more.
“Breakfast first!” she said with mock sternness. “And then…”
“And then I think I will take care of lunch,” Chris replied slowly. He had turned around to study what the owner of this cabin had left behind, and now pulled a fishing rod from a shelf. “Look at that! Have you ever gone fishing?”
Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic first date, but when they sat together on a stone already warmed by the sun an hour later, watching the line bob gently in the slow-flowing creek they had discovered behind another hill, Eve couldn’t think of anything she would rather do.
Chris had wrapped his arm around her and held her close. The sound of the water slowly flowing past was soothing. The water of the creek was clear, unlike the raging, mud-colored torrent that had torn both bridge and car away, and Chris had already filled and carried back a large pot they’d found in the cabin, so that they would have water to drink and to cook.
Even if we don't get rescued today, it will be fine, Eve told herself, breathing in Chris’ scent as her eyes followed a leaf floating by.
She had never experienced anything like this. Chris’ company was so comforting. She wanted to trust him. No, she trusted him already, even though she’d only known him for a day. Wasn’t that crazy? But he just felt right. And he had saved her. Chris had already proven himself worthy of trust in a single day, when Jeremy hadn’t managed in a year.
But could she trust him with her secret? After all, he was a cop, she thought with another glance at his no longer pristine uniform shirt. She swallowed, her throat dry as she imagined his reaction. But it wasn’t like she had done anything wrong. Unless… she’d been too scared to follow the news for years now. What if one of her dad’s old buddies had tried to blame her