Two Alone
sta r t to get better." "What if it doesn't?" He said nothing; he didn't have to.
    With trembling hands, Rusty held the flask of brandy to her lips and took an occasional sip from it. Now that the dry kindling had caught, Cooper stacked more wood on the fire. But it wasn't burning hot enough for him to take off his coat, which he surprised her by doing. He took off his boots, too, and told her to do the same. Then, making a bundle of the coats and boo t s, he scuffed them down be t ween the furs.
    "What's that for?" Her feet were already getting cold.
    "If we sweat in our boots and it turns colder, we'll ge t frostbit e. Scoo p over."
    She stared up at him apprehensively. "Hu h ?"
    Sighing impa tient ly, he crawled in with her, forcing her to move over and allow him room beneath the pile of furs, claimed, Rusty exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
    "Going to sleep. If you'll shut up, that is."
    "Here?"
    "Accommodations with separate beds were unavailable." "You can’t —"
    " Relax, Miss... What was it again?"
    " Carlson. "
    "Yeah, Miss Carlson. Our combined body hear will help keep us warm." He snuggled close t o her and pulled the furs up over their heads, effec t ively cocooning them inside. "Turn on your side , away from me."
    " G o to hell."
    She could almost hear him mentally counting to ten. "Look,
I don't want t o freeze. And I don 't look forward t o digging ano t h er grave t o bury you in, either, so just do as I say. Now."
    H e must have been an officer in Vietnam, she thought petu lantly as she rolled on to her side. He put his arm around her waist and drew her back against him, until they were lying together spoon fashion. She could scarcely breathe. "Is this really necessary?"
    "Yes."
    "I won't move away. There's nowhere to go. You don't have to keep your arm t here."
    "You surprise me. I thought you'd like this." He pressed against her stomach with the palm of his hand. "You're a real looker. Don't you expect men to get all hot and bothered when they're around you?"
    "Let go of me."
    "All that long hair, its unusual color."
    "Shut up!"
    "You're proud of your round little butt and perky tits, aren't you? I'm sure most men find you irresistible. That copilot sure did. He was salivating after you like a Doberman over a bitch in heat, almost stumbling over his tongue."
    " I don't know what you're talking about."
    He stroked her stomach. "Oh, yes, you do. You must have enjoyed stunning all those men on the plane into speechlessness when you climbed aboard with your fur collar pulled up, brushing against your flushed checks and sexy mouth."
    "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
    He cursed and when he spoke again, his voice wasn't lilting and teasing. It was weary. "So you'll rest assured that I'm not going to take advantage of you during the night. Redheads have never been my preference. Besides, your body is still warm from your sugar daddy's bed. All things considered, your virtue is safe with me."
    She sniffed back tears of humiliation. "You're cruel and vulgar."
    He laughed. "Now you sound offended that I'm not tempted to rape you. Make up your mind. If you have a hankering for sex tonight, I can oblige you. My body isn't as particular as my head. After all, it's awfully dark in here. And you know what they say
    about cats in the dark. But personally, I prefer safer, more com fortable surroundings to screw in. So just go to sleep, will you?"
    Rust y grit her teeth in outrage. She held her body rigid and put a barrier between them, if not physically, then mentally. She tried to ignore his body heat, which permeated her clothing, and his breath that drifted over her neck each time he exhaled, and the latent power in the thighs that conformed to the backs of hers. Gradually, and with the help of the brandy she'd drunk, s h e relaxed. Eventually she dozed.
    It was her own moan that woke her up. Her leg was throb bing , painfully.
    " What is it?"
    Coo per's voice was gruff, but Rusty didn't think it was because he ’d

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