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made him want her more.
    Granted, having tasted her mouth, he was anxious to taste the rest of her. Marc followed her to the small room where he’d found her earlier on the phone. London picked up her coat and gloves where she’d left them on a table.
    “I’ll walk you to your car,” he suggested.
    London shook her head slowly, making a face that showed her exasperation. “You aren’t wearing your coat. At this rate, you’ll end up nursing a fierce case of frostbite before you’ve been here a week.”
    That was his third strike and he hadn’t seen it coming. But she had him there. If he stood outside in this storm while she warmed up her car, he’d be shaking so furiously he wouldn’t be able to move his arms to give her a hug.
    “Mr. King?” Todd, the desk clerk, appeared in the doorway of the break room, his attention shifting from Marc to London. “I’m sorry. I mean Marc. I tried calling your room a couple times. The tow truck is here with your car. They are out in the parking lot right now.”

    “Thanks, man.” Marc offered him an easy smile, ignoring the question in the night clerk’s eyes. He backed out of the break room, waiting for Todd to reluctantly leave them alone and return to the lobby. “I need to run to my room and get my coat. Don’t leave before I can say good-bye.”
    *   *   *
     
    By morning, the snow had quit falling. Marc’s hair was still damp as he surveyed his car and determined there was no damage. Damn good streak of luck. Glancing across the parking lot to where London’s green Jeep was parked, he wondered if he’d be as lucky with her.
    He made a detour to the gift shop and picked up a pale pink silk rose and placed it in front of London on the counter. “So do you work here every day all day?” he asked, keeping his voice low and ignoring her wary look as she stared at the rose.
    “Eight to six, Monday through Friday,” she said, sliding the rose off the counter and tucking it neatly out of sight. “How’s your Mustang?” she asked when another guest approached the counter.
    London didn’t wait for his answer but helped the other guest. Another employee, a redhead with curls and a healthy glow that made her look as if she’d just come in from playing in the snow, walked behind the counter and smiled at him.
    “Have you been helped?” she asked.
    “Yes,” He returned her easy smile and leaned against the counter, taking in the busy lobby. It appeared a group was getting ready to head out to ski, the chatter about the fresh snowfall varying from excitement to others sounding nervous.
    “Here’s that package you told me to pick up for you,” the redhead told London. “It was leaning against your front door.”
    Marc shifted his attention to the women. London and the other woman moved to the far corner behind the counter, whispering between themselves as London accepted a small, flat package that looked as if it had been a rough ride reaching her house.
    “Aren’t you going to open it?” the woman asked.
    “Fine.” London sounded exasperated but grinned at her co-worker as she slid her finger under the glued seal and opened the package. She slid several pieces of paper out and studied them.
    Marc swore all color drained from her face.
    Whatever reaction she had to the contents she concealed quickly as she slid everything back into the package. “I’ll be darned,” she said, offering that polite smile and laughter that didn’t reach her eyes. London wore a better mask than some of the hardened criminals he’d dealt with in the past. “It’s from my family. Thanks for saving it from the storm,” she said, patting her friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” she added, and headed down the hallway to the employees’ break room.
    If he made a show of following her, he would piss her off. London didn’t appear thrilled about whatever it was she got in the mail. Since she didn’t want her co-worker to know about it, he doubted it would