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energy sizzled across her lips. She couldn’t turn away, not when his dazzling hazel eyes stared at her so intently.
    He closed the distance and kissed her with a gentleness that made the world fall away. The only thing that mattered was the brush of his lips across hers. Tendrils of desire unfurled in her belly. She leaned into the kiss and let him pull her into his lap.
    As she wrapped her arms around his neck, a blast of snow-drenched air whipped her hair to one side. He brushed the errant strands away and caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
    When he finally pulled away he murmured, “I can’t stop kissing you.”
    “Mack.”
    He lay his cheek against hers. “I can’t believe someone let you go.”
    She pressed her face into his chest. She didn’t want to think about her past anymore. The way Mack held her gave her hope that one day she’d find someone else to love. She wasn’t destined to spend the rest of her life alone. But as much as she liked Mack, she didn’t want to rush into anything. A rebound relationship with her boss would only complicate her life.
    As another blast of frigid air whistled across the porch, she stood. “Let’s go find your mom’s cookbook. I’d love to make a pie tomorrow night.”
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, Mack jogged through a fresh dusting of snow on the way to the bed and breakfast. He held a bouquet of peach roses in one hand and a tin of huckleberry hot chocolate in the other, courtesy of his early morning run to the market.
    As he opened the door, a rush of burnt coffee assaulted his senses. He gagged for a second before kicking the door closed behind him. The scent grew stronger as he entered the kitchen.
    Madison turned away from the stove with a spatula in one hand and a dishtowel in the other. “Hey, oh wow, those flowers are beautiful.”
    He flushed. “I was thinking they would look nice on the dining room table.”
    “I can’t believe you found fresh flowers in the middle of winter.”
    “Sometimes the grocery store has them.” He eyed a coffee filter filled with burnt grounds. How on earth had she managed to burn coffee?
    She followed his gaze. “I know what you’re thinking.”
    “That a cup of coffee sounds amazing right now?” he smiled.
    “I’m sure that’s exactly what you’re thinking.” She grabbed a mug and started pouring. “I’ll have you know that I only had to use the fire extinguisher once.”
    “Only once? I’m impressed.” He took the mug of steaming coffee and gave it a tentative sniff. It smelled more like diesel than that rocket fuel she’d served the previous morning. At least she was heading in the right direction.
    “I got up a little early and went looking for the cookbook. I couldn’t find it anywhere,” she said.
    “Maybe she put it in storage in the attic. She had the recipes memorized.”
    “We could check there after breakfast.”
    Her smile lit up the room and sent a rush of heat through his body. How was it that he couldn’t talk to her for more than five minutes without wanting to bend her over the counter? His bear paced in agitation, waiting for him to cave to his animalistic impulses.
    He slid off the stool and circled the counter. As he stepped up behind her, she turned and gasped. “I didn’t hear you coming.”
    “I can be stealthy.”
    She bit the edge of her lip in that alluring way that sent his bear into a fit of need. “I thought we decided this wasn’t a good idea.”
    His gaze dropped from her lips to the curve of her throat. His bear longed to nuzzle her soft flesh and inhale her intoxicating scent. “It’s not.”
    She dropped the hand towel on the counter and placed her hands on his chest. Even through his jacket and flannel shirt, he could feel the heat radiating off her palms. “Your brothers will be here in a few minutes.”
    “I know.”
    He slid his hands across her hips before pulling her tight against him. The rigid length of him pressed against her belly. She