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the sun rose. More or less. The light only revealed that snow was still falling, and showed no signs of letting up.
    It made him feel restless. No way could he stay trapped inside with Anna for hours and hours without sooner or later succumbing to his wish to have her. Another man, in the same circumstances, might have settled for a long, lazy seduction to pass the day. Even Tyler was tempted—who would it hurt? And more than that, who would believe they hadn’t indulged in a nice, entertaining round of sex while trapped together? But aside from his own resolve to remain celibate, there was a funny kind of innocence about Anna that he’d rather leave undisturbed. She was a sweet, honest young woman, and she’d probably been very fiercely protected by all those older brothers.
    No, in order for the pair of them to indulge in sex simply for the sake of entertainment, they would both have to be different people.
    Those sensible thoughts did not necessarily ease his attraction to her, that ridiculous thrust of his body when she moved around his small kitchen. She’d washed and dressed, pulling the black curls into a loose, high ponytail. Her black sweater was cut like a dance leotard, to a V in both front and back, and as she grated cheese, Tyler found himself eyeing that back V covertly, the smooth, almost pearlescent skin, the tiny rise of the bones in her spine. Once he wondered aimlessly what she would do if he simply kissed her there, in a nice, sliding line up those bones to the delicate nape, where tiny whirls of hair curled against her neck.
    He also figured she didn’t know that he knew her bra was ruined, littered with broken glass and splinters and mud when the branch came through the window last night. When he went in to nail a board over the broken window, he’d seen it among the pine needles on the floor, torn in two. She’d been lucky that she’d hung her clothes on a peg behind the stove in Curtis’s room, or they’d have suffered the same fate.
    Even if he had not seen the actual clothing, he would have known by the way she looked. The sweater was not tight, but the fabric was something furry and soft, and it clung to her, illuminating the sway of unfettered breasts in a way that made it hard for him to keep his mind clean.
    Restlessly, he shifted his focus to something less dangerous, and picked up a yo-yo from the counter. He had to think of something for them to do to while away the hours of the day. Preferably something physically exhausting, so that he could work off some of this tension—and then, maybe, given the short night last night, they’d be able to just sleep until morning. Maybe by morning the storm would have blown itself out.
    Maybe.
    The perfect solution popped into his head. “Have you ever used snowshoes?” he asked.
    â€œNo. I’ve always wanted to. Is it hard?”
    â€œNot at all.” He was warming to the idea. She’d be bundled up, those sweet curves hidden below her heavy parka, and the activity was strenuous enough they’d be worn out when they got back. “You’ll love it.”
    â€œI’m game.”
    After breakfast, Tyler filled a backpack with a thermos of hot coffee, sandwiches, oranges and cookies. Anna’s outerwear was in general very good. She had worn long underwear under her jeans, and the parka was a high quality hooded variety. He loaned her a pair of gloves, and scrounged up an extra scarf to tuck around her throat. “We’ll work hard enough that the cold won’t be a problem unless the wind kicks up again.”
    â€œBetter to be prepared, anyway.” She grinned at him. “Every Girl Scout knows that.”
    â€œYou were a Girl Scout?”
    â€œMy mother ran the troops. I had no choice.”
    Tyler grinned. “Did you make s’mores in Central Park?”
    â€œNo, silly. We went out of town for that, just like everyone else. Just because you live