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that soon. Go try on the clothes.”
    The jeans and sweater were no problem, but when she came out of the dressing room a few minutes later in the ski clothes, she had a scowl on her face. There was a strange light, a gleam of approval in Mark’s eyes and he was grinning at her. He tugged the cap down until it covered her ears.
    â€œI look like an overstuffed sausage,” she grumbled.
    â€œYou look cute, the perfect snow bunny.”
    â€œYou have a distorted mind.”
    â€œIt helps when you’re writing,” he said, then turned to the sales clerk. “We’ll take everything.”
    Before Lindsay could blink, he’d paid for the purchase in cash and whisked her out the door.
    â€œIs Morrie paying for this?” she asked hopefully. It would serve him right. The things had cost a fortune, maybe not as much as a trip to Monte Carlo, but there were far fewer strings attached...she hoped.
    â€œNope. It’s a present from me.”
    â€œI don’t want any presents from you.” Especially not clothing that was suitable only for slightly daft individuals who thought slippingand sliding around outdoors with a wind-chill factor below zero was great sport.
    â€œDon’t be ungrateful. It’s not becoming.”
    â€œIt’s no less becoming than this ridiculous outfit.”
    â€œTell the truth,” he demanded. “Weren’t you warmer when we came out to the car?”
    â€œYes. I suppose so.”
    â€œThen the clothes are serving their purpose. I consider it money well spent.”
    Lindsay shrugged. “It’s your money.”
    â€œExactly.”
    â€œI don’t see why we couldn’t just sit in front of the fire this afternoon and drink hot chocolate. Maybe fix some popcorn.”
    The idea held a certain romantic appeal that she didn’t care to analyze too closely.
    â€œLater,” he promised, twisting around to gaze at her huddled against the door of the car. The look in his eyes offered far more intriguing possibilities than hot chocolate and popcorn.
    â€œWe’ve got a whole weekend ahead of us. We’ll get around to everything, bright eyes.” He smiled at her lazily and those dimples set her heartbeat fluttering crazily again. “All in good time.”
    Lindsay suddenly decided a good romp in the snow was exactly what she needed. It would encase her heart in ice again. Despite the blasts of wind that had frozen her ears and the snow that had chilled her toes, her damn heart had been thawing all afternoon.

CHAPTER FIVE
    O nce they had left the edge of town, it took nearly another hour to reach Mark’s house. By Lindsay’s standards that put it in an isolated wilderness, albeit a Christmas-card-perfect setting complete with snow-covered pine trees and rolling fields that bore not a single footprint to mar the pristine beauty. The silence there was overpowering, and she knew enough about writers to understand why the utter peacefulness of the location might appeal to Mark. She also knew herself wellenough to realize that it was going to be all she could do to keep from going stir-crazy in such an environment even with the intriguing, infuriating Mark Channing to keep her company.
    With Mark clearly anxious to get her onto skis before she could rally a satisfactory defense, she barely had time to glance around the interior of the house, which was all stone and glass and rough-hewn wood. It seemed to blend right into the natural setting, as though it had been put there by God’s hand, not man’s. The floors were covered with lovely, hand-woven Indian carpets, except in front of the fireplace, where there was a huge, oddly lumpy sheepskin rug.
    To Lindsay’s utter astonishment, the rug rippled a bit like the surface of a pond, then staggered to its feet. The largest, shaggiest dog she had ever seen meandered over to Mark, wagged its tail once and licked his hand in a sort of low-key welcome that