{"id":252778,"date":"2026-07-13T02:21:51","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:21:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/avalanche-on-the-mountain-olivia-michaels-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:21:51","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:21:51","slug":"avalanche-on-the-mountain-olivia-michaels-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/avalanche-on-the-mountain-olivia-michaels-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Avalanche On The Mountain – Olivia Michaels (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cFirst, you’re going to go eat something that isn’t a protein bar.\u201d Shane closed his laptop and stood. Charlie blinked. \u201cActually, Ben\u2019s fed me well today. I’m fine\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cKing.\u201d Shane’s voice went firm. \u201cYou’ve been on since Saturday. You need a break. I’ve got this tonight.\u201d \u201cI can just order room service, or better yet, we could all get a pizza.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPizza sounds great\u2014\u201d Shane started. \u201cOr,\u201d Ben spoke up, \u201cI can continue feeding you well, Charlie. There\u2019s a nice restaurant downstairs.\u201d He looked pointedly at Shane. Charlie’s heart started hammering. \u201cEven better idea, Moose,\u201d Shane said. \u201cI\u2019ll get outta your hair. I\u2019ve got the room across from Rowan\u2019s. You’ve got your phone. Anything happens, I\u2019ll call and you’re back in thirty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n

He moved toward the door, then paused. \u201cThat’s an order, King. Good night, Moose.\u201d He couldn\u2019t close the door fast enough behind him. The sudden silence in the hotel room was deafening. \u201cI, uh.\u201d Ben’s voice was quiet. \u201cIt wasn’t\u2014I mean, I shouldn\u2019t assume\u2060\u2014\u201d Charlie’s head snapped toward him. \u201cIt’s fine,\u201d Charlie said quickly. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to feed me; you should go enjoy your dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d \u201cNo?\u201d \u201cI’d really like it if you’d have dinner with me, Charlie.\u201d Her mouth went dry. Ben Massey was asking her to dinner. Right now. This was happening. Not out of pity. Not because Shane set it up. Because he wanted to. Say yes, her heart screamed.<\/p>\n

Say yes say yes say yes\u2060\u2014 \u201cI’m not exactly dressed for a nice restaurant,\u201d she heard herself say as she ran a hand through her wind-tangled ponytail, and wanted to punch herself. Ben’s mouth quirked. \u201cI\u2019m not dressed for it either. But I don’t think they’ll kick us out for tactical pants and flannel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie felt a smile pulling at her lips despite herself. \u201cYou sure about that?\u201d \u201cPretty sure.\u201d He took a step closer. \u201cSo? Will you have dinner with me?\u201d Hide what you love. But maybe\u2014just maybe\u2014she didn’t have to anymore. \u201cYeah,\u201d Charlie said. \u201cYeah, I’d like that.<\/p>\n

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36 years, and going strong. 1kitap1.com\/en ONE Ben Massey was driving the backroads to Lyons from setting up his stall at the Renaissance Faire when he spotted the broken-down Honda Civic. The little sedan sat canted on the shoulder, hazards blinking in the last light of a warm, late-summer Sunday evening. He eased his truck to a stop behind it, keeping enough distance that he wouldn\u2019t box the driver in and turned on his own hazards. His military training kicked in automatically \u2014scan the area, check for threats, assess the situation before committing.<\/p>\n

The driver\u2019s door opened and a woman stepped out and looked at him warily before giving him a nervous smile. She kept glancing past Ben down the road toward Sedalia like she expected someone to come roaring up behind her. Ben killed the engine and took a breath. This part never got easier\u2014the approach. He knew what he looked like climbing out of his truck. Six- seven, two-forty of solid muscle, shoulders that barely fit through most doorframes.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d learned young that his size scared people, especially women who\u2019d been hurt before. And this woman\u2019s body language screamed hurt. He opened his door slowly, making sure she could see him coming. When his boots hit the pavement, he deliberately hunched his shoulders, making himself smaller. Old habit. Didn\u2019t always work, but it was worth trying. \u201cHey there,\u201d he called, keeping his voice soft and his hands visible. \u201cLooks like you could use some help.\u201d Ben\u2019s chest tightened as he drew closer. Her face was a mess\u2014mascara streaked down her cheeks, eyes red and swollen from crying.<\/p>\n

But it was the look in those eyes that got him. Not just worry. Terror. \u201cI\u2019m fine, thanks,\u201d she said too quickly. Her hands twisted together in front of her, knuckles white.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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