They climbed higher up the hill behind
the house until they were well within the woods. The full moon illuminated the
trees so much that she looked around for the spotlights. Puffing and out of
breath, she leaned her hands on her knees when he stopped at last.
“What’s the matter?” Ben asked. “Don’t
you go to a trainer anymore?”
She shook her head and sucked in a cold
lungful of air, regretting it a moment later. “No, I gave him up. I haven’t
worked out in weeks.” It was really four months, but she didn’t want to tell
Ben the reason she’d stopped working out, and going out, for that matter, was
because she’d found out the income stream she’d depended on for so long was
drying up and she had cut back all her spending.
“Well, you can’t tell. You look…” He
stopped, and she wondered if his ruddy cheeks were from the cold night air or
embarrassment. “You look just the same as when I saw you the first time.”
She snorted and shook back her hair,
which had come out of his wool cap she’d grabbed on the way out of the house. “I
don’t look seventeen anymore, Ben, but I’ll buy you a drink for saying so.”
The corner of his mouth twitched in
what might have been a ghost of a smile. “I don’t drink anymore, but you can
buy me lunch once the snow melts and we can actually make it into town.”
“Oh, goody! Elk burgers sound
wonderful.”
“Don’t laugh! We might be eating them
soon if a thaw doesn’t come.” He started walking again. “Come on, slowpoke. We’re
almost there.”
“Where are you taking me?” Falling into
step beside him, she immediately sank into a deep pocket of snow and yelped. He
dropped the saw and grabbed both of her hands to pull her out.
She looked up at him. “So, this is your
wicked plan.”
“What plan?” He waited until she was
standing on firmer ground before releasing her. For a moment, she’d felt the
hard pressure of his fingers around hers, and a shot of electricity had nearly
stunned her.
“You’ve lured me all the way out here
so you can…”
His blue eyes reflected the moonlight
off the snow so that they were no longer blue, but silver, like the eyes of a
wolf glowing in the darkness. She forgot her joke, and it was just as well because
he didn’t look as if he wanted to hear it.
“So I can what?”
He stepped closer. Or maybe she had.
She wasn’t sure anymore.
A drifting snowflake fluttered across
his eyelashes and he blinked. Before she could think, she reached up and
brushed it off. His warm breath turned to mist in the air, mingling with hers. She
stared up into his eyes while a torrent of emotions sang through her. Matt had
never looked at her like this. His eyes never went all sleepy and dreamy when
he was about to…
Good grief, was her ex-husband about to
kiss her?
It seemed natural to slide across the foot or so of
snow separating them and fall into his arms.Want to read more? Click on the book cover picture to the left, and it will take you directly to Boroughs Publishing's site. Or, purchase from Amazon or at All Romance Ebooks.com.
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