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changing room. Their breath mixing as they stood, his bare skin pressing against her clothed form.
    He lowered his forehead to hers. Stroked her cheek gently with his thumb.
    “I miss you.”
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    S am waited outside for him to finish checking out. Snow was already falling, big fat flakes that stuck to everything. A gust of wind from Moosehead Lake sent it swirling around her. She huddled deeper in her jacket.
    In the end, he’d decided on a couple of pairs of heavy socks, a couple of wool sweaters, and two pairs of jeans, along with, yes, a flannel shirt. And somehow, damn it, Patrick made flannel look sexy.
    He wasn’t exactly a flannel kind of guy. He wore expensive button-down shirts and loafers. He drank aged scotch and listened to classical music and pretended to be a cultural omnivore when he was in public. She knew his secrets, though, knew he listened to heavy metal when he was at the gym.
    And she remembered how to make him beg when they were alone.
    But the flannel shirt he wore now beneath the heavy Patagonia jacket made him look more rugged. Less polished.
    Less like Patrick the soldier and more like someone else.
    Someone else who had just pinned her to the wall in a changing room and sent her blood spiking.
    It was that Patrick that she was drawn to now. That Patrick who instead of kissing her had simply stood for a moment, his heat and warmth surrounding her, urging her closer, urging her to feel for the first time in forever.
    She didn’t know what to do with all the feelings he’d aroused in her. There was an ache deep in her belly that made her crave more. An ache she’d once not hesitated to satiate with him.
    So why was she hesitating now? Why hadn’t she leaned forward and kissed him when he’d been so close? God, but she’d loved seeing his eyes go dark when she’d run her tongue over his thumb. She’d pushed him closer to the edge. Closer to taking.
    But he was too much of a good man to do that.
    She knew that.
    And yet, standing there in the swirling snow, waiting for him to step outside, she felt the darkness stalking her. The numbing sensation was wrapping around her, chasing away the awareness and arousal he’d sparked in her and leaving her with nothing but the memory.
    She was clawing her way toward the surface at the bottom of a long dark well. She could see the light. She wanted to be in the light.
    But it was so far away.
    The bell on the door behind her jingled as he stepped into the cold.
    “Hey.” His voice was thick. His breath froze on the air in front of him. He looked up at the darkening sky. “Looks like we didn’t miss the storm.”
    She nodded toward the rental car. “Does that thing have four-wheel drive? It’s about to get nasty.”
    He looked at the sedan. “I have no idea. Do cars come with four-wheel drive up here? Are they specially made for living in the great north woods?”
    She shook her head. “We should get going before the roads get worse.”
    “We’ll be able to get home, right?”
    She smiled. “The road crews up here are pretty busy in the winter. The main roads are usually fine.”
    “I hear a but in there.”
    “But we probably don’t want to tempt fate. We’ll end up sleeping in the parking lot ’til morning if there’s an accident.”
    He stepped closer to her, his coat rustling in the falling darkness. “I’d keep you warm.”
    She lowered her eyes from the temptation in his. “I have no doubt.”
    They walked in silence to the car.
    “I cannot get over how cold it is up here. How on earth did you grow up and not freeze to death?”
    “Listen, Florida boy, not all of us are used to sunny weather and sandy beaches all the time.”
    It felt good, teasing him. To have such a normal conversation that felt like things weren’t so irreparably damaged between them. Like maybe there was a chance she wasn’t completely broken.
    Maybe she could hold on to this normalcy. Maybe she