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had a feeling he was barely controlling the
urge to take her response as an acceptance of his earlier offer. Ah, maybe I
should have just made something up or refused to tell him.
    His response proved her right.
    “You’re damn lucky, Myrna, I’m a man of my word.”
    She nodded hesitantly. “And I thank you for that.”

Chapter Six
    Myrna opened her front door, took a cautious step
outside, and looked around. Seeing nothing out of place, she headed for the
small compact covered in a layer of falling snow. She had half expected Amery
to be lurking on her doorstep. It’d been a couple of days since their chat.
She’d hid from the world all weekend, including ignoring Amery’s promise that
all bets would be off with the beginning of the new week. Although now she had
no other choice about leaving her sanctuary as she needed more half-cream and a
job. She had a feeling the half-cream was going to be easier to procure than a
job – especially after her argument with Amery about the staffing service.
    Who’d have thought he’d take the fact that I found
him attractive as a Dom in stride, but would blow a gasket about my going back
to work? I refuse to take any more of his money. He’s just going to have to get
over it.
    Walking briskly to her car, she slid inside after
brushing the snow off the front windshield and the hood. Starting it, she reached
to turn on the wipers to clear the snow blocking them when there was a tap on
the driver’s side window. Her startled yip filled the interior as the bundled
figure crouched down next to her car. Without thinking she rolled down the
window, knocking the snow onto the man. Even as edgy as she was, a nervous
giggle escaped her. She couldn’t believe how anxious she was feeling. Between
her confession to Amery, and another call from Grant yesterday she was ready to
crawl out of her own skin. Perhaps I should’ve told Amery about Grant’s call
– Grant sounded more determined than ever. It doesn’t look as if ignoring the
arse and letting him talk to the answering machine is going to make him go
away.
    The familiar muttered curses as the man brushed the
snow off of him had her jerking. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the
steering wheel tight before she forced her hands to release it. She took a deep
breath before turning to face the one man she’d been hoping to avoid even more
than her estranged husband.
    Despite the snowflakes partially covering his
shoulders, Amery was turned out impeccably as always. Even dressed casually in
a pair of tan woolen trousers and a cream turtleneck that peeked out of the
open vee of his dark winter coat, he still looked wonderful. A light dusting of
snow even coated his hair, since as usual he’d forgone any kind of hat.
    Deciding that casual was the best defense, she smiled
at him. “Are you trying to catch your death of a cold, Amery? Where’s your hat?
I know I gave you one last year for Christmas.”
    He leaned into the window. “I suppose it’d be in the
same place as the other five hats you’ve given me – the hall closet.”
    Before she could ask why there, his firm lips brushed
hers as his hand cupped the back of her head – holding her still for his kiss.
The immediate rasp of his cool lips against hers had them parting on a gasp of
surprise. Even with his warning, she hadn’t expected this. The damp feel of his
tongue exploring the sensitive inner curves of her mouth had her squirming. Oh
dear Lord in Heaven, this man can kiss. Her body swayed forward trying to
get closer to his as her lips parted and his tongue thrust forcefully inside to
tangle with hers. He tasted of mint and coffee and she feared she’d soon grow
addicted to his unique taste. She wanted to get even closer.
    Frustration grew as the car’s door impeded her. She
fumbled for the handle only to have his free hand catch hers. Against her
mouth, his order to ‘be still’ had desire rushing to her core. The pure mastery
of his mouth against hers