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Beastly Winter — Chapter 17
Ian rapped on the cottage’s screen door, glanced up at swordlike icicles hanging over his head.
Jenny should be at work, but he wanted to make sure no one else was making himself cozy. Ian had no doubt she was capable of such underhandedness.
The girl’s a climber, he smiled grimly, and not picky whose ladder she climbed on. Why he’d begun with her, he couldn’t imagine.
Aw yeah, he remembered alright. That firm body she somehow held onto. She could chow down on the red meat with the best of them. She liked it hot and wild.
Nobody answered his knock. He was a little disappointed. A boot in someone’s shiny rump might improve his own frame of mind. He became more pissed with every thought of Jenny. He ought to put the boot up her ass.
No, he thought, struggling to regain control. Stick to the plan. Do what he came for and get out of here.
Ian walked to the left side of the small house. He knelt down and pried a flat rock from the snowy crust. The spare key felt cold in his hand, then in his pocket.
But not as cold as the jealous rage that had captured his heart.
