“You’re showing the messages and stuff to the chief of police, right?” she asked, biting that lip he’d just been admiring.
“Yes. It’ll be fine. Promise. We’ll figure out who’s been harassing you.”
“I hope so.”
“We will,” Chappy vowed. Because the alternative wasn’t even an option.
“I’m hoping maybe he’ll give up soon,” she suggested.
Chappy didn’t answer. They both knew better, and he wasn’t going to lie to her by suggesting otherwise.
She sighed. “Right. Well, don’t get so upset at the messages that pop up on my phone the moment you get service and end up wrecking. Okay?”
“I won’t. And now I’m really going to get going. If you need anything, I’m leaving the satellite phone for you. You can call my cell, or yours for that matter, and I’ll turn right back around. And Bob, Cal, and JJ’s numbers are all programmed in as well. April’s too.”
“Baxter and I will be fine. I’m just going to be here working. You want me to make dinner for when you get back? Anything you’re in the mood for?”
“You.” The word popped out automatically.
She grinned. “I think I can manage that.”
“I love you, Carlise. So much, you have no idea.”
“I do,” she said, her smile fading as she got serious. “I never thought I’d have this. A man who respected me, liked me, and genuinely wanted to make me happy.”
“I feel all those things and more,” Chappy said. He kissed her again, hard and fast, before forcing himself to step away. He was two seconds from saying “Screw it” and hauling her back to their bed. But he needed to take care of her car. Tow it down the mountain and talk to Chief Rutkey. The sooner he left, the sooner he could be back, and the sooner he could have her again.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you want from town?” he asked.
“Nope. Just you to get back safely.”
Lord, he loved this woman. He was already planning on getting her all sorts of things from the grocery store. Chocolate, the flavored tea she said she liked, strawberries, garlic chips. He’d learned a great deal about her likes and dislikes during their many lengthy conversations. And he liked the thought of spoiling her.
“Go,” she said with a smile.
“I’m going.”
“Be safe.”
“Always.” Then he headed toward the door, making a detour to the couch, where Baxter had taken up residence. He ran his hand over the pit bull’s fur, nodding in satisfaction when he felt how much the dog was filling out. “Watch after her, boy,” he said.
Baxter huffed out a breath as if he understood what was being asked of him. Then Chappy continued to the door. “Lock this behind me,” he ordered.
Carlise rolled her eyes but nodded. “I will.”
He left the cabin, and every step away from her felt . . . wrong.
He wondered if it would always feel like this. He hadn’t felt this particular trepidation when he’d left her before, to check the messages on her phone. So why now? Maybe because before, he was only going down the road, and for a short time. Today, it would take him hours to do everything he needed to get done.
He’d hooked the trailer for her car to the back of his Jeep earlier, so it was just a matter of starting the engine and leaving. But Chappy took the time to study the lay of the land. The sun was out once more, and he could see water dripping from the eaves of the cabin and from the trees.
The snow was melting, and he’d lived in Maine and had the cabin long enough to know that JJ’s warning was spot on. The rains that had softened the ground before the snow started, the extreme amount of heavy snow dumped on them during the storm, and now the warmer weather . . . it all made for the right conditions for avalanches.
He was confident that his cabin wasn’t in any danger. It was close to where slides normally occurred on Baldpate Mountain but not in the direct line of fire, so to speak.
And Carlise wasn’t going anywhere. She wasn’t a huge fan of the cold—which he thought was somewhat amusing since she lived in Cleveland—and she’d reassured him that she and Baxter were going to stay snuggled up inside until he returned.
Taking one last look around, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Chappy climbed behind the wheel of his Jeep. The uneasy feeling stuck with him as he drove down the drive and out onto the road. The faster he got his errands done, the faster he could get home and reassure himself that all was well.