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The man builds log cabins.

Runs cybersecurity for billion-dollar companies.

Raises champion seed bulls.

Can dismantle four grown men with his bare hands.

Changes air filters in old vans.

And now he tattoos too?

Is there anything this ridiculously sexy man can't do?

“I don't think so, but if you find something, I promise to work on it, Princess.”

Of course, I said all that out loud.

And it almost makes me laugh.

Instead...

Silence settles between us again.

Not awkward.

Charged.

The kind that seems to hum beneath my skin.

We're still standing wrapped in each other's space.

His hands rest lightly on my hips.

Mine are against his chest.

I can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms.

Strong.

Reliable.

Real.

He's waiting for permission.

Not pushing.

Not rushing me.

Just waiting.

Like the choice is mine.

And that is so fucking sexy.

A strange sense of peace washes over me.

Those men tonight tried to take my choices away.