Page 7 of Cherished by the Fearless Mountain Man (Lumberjacks of Timber Peak Valley #5)

Willa

One year later

I find Brock out back with his shirt off and sawdust clinging to his skin.

He stands over a half-built crib, one hand gripping the chisel, the other steadying the smooth pine frame.

My God, he looks gorgeous. I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming.

He’s hot as hell and sweet as pie. And he’s all mine.

He glances up when he hears me behind him, and that smile… Fuck, that smile still makes my knees weak.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he says, eyeing my swollen belly with concern.

I arch a brow. “Says the man who tried to clean gutters with stitches in his leg.”

He grins sheepishly. “Okay, fair.”

I walk over, placing one hand on the edge of the crib and the other on my lower back because this kid is officially using my spine as a jungle gym. “This looks amazing.”

“Thanks. But you need to be sitting down, Willa.”

I snort. “Again, you were the worst patient ever when it came to resting. I think I’m handling the third trimester better than you handled your leg wound.”

He chuckles and pulls me into his arms. “Maybe. But I didn’t look half as gorgeous as you while limping around.”

My heart does that swoony thing it always does when I’m near him, even after an entire year of calling him mine. He kisses me with the same passion as our first kiss, and butterflies swarm in my stomach.

“You keep kissing me like this, and I’m going to forget I waddled out here to check on you. You’re tempting me to do something else instead,” I say with a laugh.

His grin turns wicked. “Then let’s get you back inside right away.”

“Are you sure you have time?”

He tosses the chisel down and scoops me gently into his arms with a low growl. “Hell, I have time. I have all night, Willa. You get me forever.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me toward our cabin like I weigh nothing. As the door swings shut behind us and Brock takes me into our bedroom, I smile. This is exactly where I’m meant to be, and I couldn’t be happier.

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