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“I’ve been dressing and undressing myself since I was three.”
    “Hey, you almost had hypothermia. Just let
me take care of you, okay?” John said gently.
    She stared at his long, golden lashes
while he worked at her coat, brushing off the snow that had frozen into the
wool. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
    He stopped, licked his lips, and worked
the last button free. She stared at his mouth. His upper lip curved
mischievously. She wanted to kiss him, right there, on the uptilt . Right now. God.
    “It’s not your fault you got stuck in the snow,”
he said kindly, helping her out of her coat. He hung it on a hook right by the
door, then shrugged off his coat and hung it next to hers.
    He clearly had no idea what she was
thinking about. She wrenched her eyes away from his mouth.
    “Yeah, but you didn’t want me in your
sisters’ house. You weren’t happy I came,” she said, biting the inside of her
cheek. She remembered how nervous she’d been. His face had seemed so forbidding
a few short hours ago, but now he looked … sweet. She rubbed her eyes. Clearly
she was losing her mind. He crouched down and untied her boots for her, then
slipped them off. His hand on her ankle was hot.
    “I was worried you’d be an asshole, like
your brother,” he admitted as he stood up, startling a laugh out of her. He
looked amused and apologetic at the same time. He placed her boots by the door,
tucking her laces inside the tops.
    “Well, I’m not.” She wiggled her toes in
her wet socks.
    “I know,” he said, voice low and serious
all of a sudden.
    She frowned at him, but he was already
crouching down again to unlace his work boots. When he got them open, he stood
again, toeing them off and kicking them next to hers on the mat near the door.
    “Um,” she said, shifting from foot to
foot, suddenly nervous. She hoped he wasn’t angry.
    “Here, sit on the sofa and I’ll get a fire
going.” He tugged her into the living room.
    Her feet made little wet footprints on the
hardwood floor. “Sorry about the mess,” she said.
    “It’s fine. You think I’m always careful
of my floor? Yeah, not so much.” He pushed her onto
the leather sofa.
    She shivered as she sunk into the soft
cushions, watching as he opened the flue and piled kindling onto the metal
grate. He stuck some medium sized logs on top, then shoved crumpled up
newspaper underneath. Liselle wrapped her arms around
herself, trying to get warm. The damp clothes were not helping. He warmed up
the flue and lit the fire.
    “There,” he said, standing back up. He
adjusted the screen in front of the flames. “As soon as the logs catch it’ll
warm up in here even more. I usually keep the electric heat turned low because
this heats the entire place really well.”
    “I thought fireplaces suck heat out of
buildings?”
    “I’ve got a fan to push the warm air
down,” he gestured to the high ceiling above the loft. “And the chimney is
exposed brick and runs the height of the cabin. When it warms up, it radiates
heat.”
    She looked where he pointed and nodded. It
made sense, but right now she was still cold.
    “Let me get you something warm to drink,”
he said, frowning at her wet feet.
    She was going to argue that she didn’t
need any more coddling, but it felt so good to just sit still and let someone
else do the work for a change. She sighed and let herself sink down into the
cushions even more.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    John set a cup of steaming chocolate at
her elbow. Liselle struggled to sit up, wrapping her
cold fingers around the mug. She must have dozed off. His cranky cat was
nowhere to be found and John stood in front of her smiling. He’d changed into
sweats and a thick, dark blue sweater. His feet were bare. She stared at him
for a moment, mesmerized by his bright green eyes before coming to her senses. If
you stare at him like that he’s going to think you’re an idiot , she
admonished herself. She sniffed at the
cup he’d