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forehead, the other wrapped around her back, made her heart begin a hard, heavy beat. She didn't want to move. He smelled so nice, was so warm, she just wanted to stay like this all day. Hidden from the snow and personal drama.
    Riley put her head back down, closed her eyes, and just let herself enjoy the moment. Who knew how long it'd be before she found a man to snuggle with, a man who made her feel safe, and at ease. She wondered what it would be like to wake up like this every day, held tightly, connected. Mark never cuddled. Sometimes they did, after sex. But they sure as hell never woke like this . She wanted that. Wanted to find someone who wanted to be connected to her even in sleep.
    Sleep wasn't coming back to her, though. And soon she'd have to rise and face Jamie. He'd surprised her last night. Being open, humoring her as she drunkenly invaded his home and asked one inappropriate question after another.
    "Morning, lass."
    Butterflies bombarded her stomach at his sleep-roughened voice. She lifted her head and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but there was a faint quirk to the left corner of his mouth. A sigh wanted to purr out of her, but she held it back. The man was too good-looking for his own good. "Good morning," she replied.
    He cracked one eye open, squinting against the white light pouring in from the front window. He removed his forearm from his forehead and rubbed his jaw. She couldn't help but notice the way his bicep flexed nor could she ignore the military tattoos.
    She didn't need to notice anymore. Enough was enough.
    Pushing up, she carefully extracted herself from his warm body. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and then plowing a hand through his hair. He grabbed his artificial leg, adjusted the liner he wore over his skin and attached the leg. After that was done, his arms stretched high over his head and he twisted his back left to right.
    Dear Lord.
    Annoyed with herself, Riley straightened her clothes and stepped to the bright window. She needed sunglasses to look at all that snow. It covered everything. But it had stopped snowing at least, and the sun was out. Hopefully it'd melt soon so Mark would be able to leave the country.
    Jamie joined her at the window. "Bloody lot of snow, that," he muttered.
    "Your accent is heavier."
    He scratched his jaw and smiled. "Give it another six months and ye willna ken I was raised in the States."
    The thick Scottish brogue rolled over her, making her stomach flip and bringing a goofy smile to her face. "That's pretty impressive. I had a thing for Scottish accents when I was younger."
    Why did she say that? She resisted the urge to slap herself on the forehead. Truth was she had a thing for all things Celtic and all things Scottish ever since reading Grammy Lin's treasured copy of Highlander's Harlot at the tender, and impressionable, age of thirteen.
    Jamie faced her. "Used to, huh." Yeah. He totally wasn't buying it. "So what if I talk to ye all day like this, lass? I ken ye like it. Can see in it yer bonny eyes."
    "Oh my God." Riley shoved his shoulder and rolled her eyes. He didn't budge. "You're ridiculous." And so freaking hot, she should really throw open the front door and dive head first into the snow. This version of Jamie was cause for concern. She could deal with the solemn Jamie, the one who watched and rarely interacted. But this one? This one was a big red danger sign.
    Jamie reached out and poked her sides, making her jump away with a scream.
    He moved past her. "Hang tight, New York. And I'll make ye some porridge, toast, and bangers. I think I have bangers," he muttered, disappearing into the kitchen.
    Riley stood by the window for a long while. Being here with him, in the morning after the night they shared, felt a little awkward and yet comfortable at the same time, though how that was possible she didn't know. Maybe she should just enjoy herself and not read too much into it.
    Determined to go with the flow, she went into the kitchen