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Zara didn’t want to identify the feelings coursing through her, not when her emotions were already on edge and her body hummed even louder each time he neared, let alone touched her.
“Come on, Braden.” She forced a wide smile and nodded toward the kitchen. “Let’s get this done.”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but finally he nodded and released her. Maybe if they could focus on food, not freezing to death and no conversations involving personal issues, they’d get through this blizzard without any more sensual encounters or touching.
As she plucked her coat from the peg by the back door, Zara nearly laughed at her delusional thought. No way could she pretend Braden being here was just like having a friend over. Where he’d gripped her arm seconds ago was still tingling, and in a very short time, she’d find herself back upstairs, closed off in her bedroom with a man who made her ache for things she had no business wanting.
* * *
“That’s all of it.” Milk, eggs, cheese, frozen pizzas, meat and other groceries were tucked down into the snow to keep them from going bad. “Let’s get back inside before my toes fall off.”
Even though she had her fuzzy socks on under her rubber boots, her toes were going numb.
Braden held up a hand. “Wait,” he whispered. “Did you hear that?”
Zara stilled. All she heard was silence because no cars were out. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving only her and the boss she’d dreamed of last night.
“I don’t hear anything,” she told him, shoving that fantasy aside. “You have to be freezing. Come on.”
He still wore his suit and the dress coat from the party. At least she could bulk up in warm layers. No way was he not freezing out here.
“Wait a second.” His eyes searched the ground near her house. Slowly, he took a step, then another. “Go on inside if you don’t want to wait, but I heard a cat.”
A cat? She didn’t own a cat. Compassion was not in her genetic makeup, so she’d spared all animals and sworn to never own one. She wouldn’t have the first clue what to do if left in charge of a living, breathing thing.
Just as she reached for the door handle, Braden crouched down. Zara gasped when he pulled a snow-covered kitten up in his gloved hands. Instantly he cradled the animal to his chest and swiped the snow off its back.
Braden took cautious steps toward the back door, keeping the kitten tucked firmly just inside his coat. Zara realized his intentions immediately.
“You’re bringing that inside?”
His eyes went from the gray bundle to her. “Yes. He’ll freeze to death out here. He’s wet and shivering.”
Zara glanced around. “Where’s the mom? Aren’t animals made to live outside? They have fur on.”
His brows shot up. “You have a coat on, too. Do you want to stay out here and see if you survive?”
Swallowing, she shook her head. “Um...so what do we do once it’s inside?”
Braden tipped his head to the side. “You’ve never had a pet, have you?”
“Never.”
Braden’s sharp gaze softened. “Let’s talk inside. This little guy needs warmth, and so do we.”
Zara opened the back door and ushered Braden in ahead of her. Once they had their coats and boots off, Braden started searching her cabinets. He seemed to be satisfied with the box of crackers he’d found.
“Grab a bowl of water and let’s get back upstairs where it’s warm.”
Without waiting on her, he took the box and the kitten and disappeared. Okay, so he’d basically ordered her around in her own home and that was after bringing in a stray animal.
Was badass Braden O’Shea brought to his knees over a little bundle of fur? Zara nearly laughed as she pulled out a shallow bowl and filled it with water. By the time she got upstairs, Braden was sitting on the edge of the bed, the kitten at his side, as he peeled off his socks. His feet were red and had to be absolutely freezing.
“These got
Zara didn’t want to identify the feelings coursing through her, not when her emotions were already on edge and her body hummed even louder each time he neared, let alone touched her.
“Come on, Braden.” She forced a wide smile and nodded toward the kitchen. “Let’s get this done.”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but finally he nodded and released her. Maybe if they could focus on food, not freezing to death and no conversations involving personal issues, they’d get through this blizzard without any more sensual encounters or touching.
As she plucked her coat from the peg by the back door, Zara nearly laughed at her delusional thought. No way could she pretend Braden being here was just like having a friend over. Where he’d gripped her arm seconds ago was still tingling, and in a very short time, she’d find herself back upstairs, closed off in her bedroom with a man who made her ache for things she had no business wanting.
* * *
“That’s all of it.” Milk, eggs, cheese, frozen pizzas, meat and other groceries were tucked down into the snow to keep them from going bad. “Let’s get back inside before my toes fall off.”
Even though she had her fuzzy socks on under her rubber boots, her toes were going numb.
Braden held up a hand. “Wait,” he whispered. “Did you hear that?”
Zara stilled. All she heard was silence because no cars were out. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving only her and the boss she’d dreamed of last night.
“I don’t hear anything,” she told him, shoving that fantasy aside. “You have to be freezing. Come on.”
He still wore his suit and the dress coat from the party. At least she could bulk up in warm layers. No way was he not freezing out here.
“Wait a second.” His eyes searched the ground near her house. Slowly, he took a step, then another. “Go on inside if you don’t want to wait, but I heard a cat.”
A cat? She didn’t own a cat. Compassion was not in her genetic makeup, so she’d spared all animals and sworn to never own one. She wouldn’t have the first clue what to do if left in charge of a living, breathing thing.
Just as she reached for the door handle, Braden crouched down. Zara gasped when he pulled a snow-covered kitten up in his gloved hands. Instantly he cradled the animal to his chest and swiped the snow off its back.
Braden took cautious steps toward the back door, keeping the kitten tucked firmly just inside his coat. Zara realized his intentions immediately.
“You’re bringing that inside?”
His eyes went from the gray bundle to her. “Yes. He’ll freeze to death out here. He’s wet and shivering.”
Zara glanced around. “Where’s the mom? Aren’t animals made to live outside? They have fur on.”
His brows shot up. “You have a coat on, too. Do you want to stay out here and see if you survive?”
Swallowing, she shook her head. “Um...so what do we do once it’s inside?”
Braden tipped his head to the side. “You’ve never had a pet, have you?”
“Never.”
Braden’s sharp gaze softened. “Let’s talk inside. This little guy needs warmth, and so do we.”
Zara opened the back door and ushered Braden in ahead of her. Once they had their coats and boots off, Braden started searching her cabinets. He seemed to be satisfied with the box of crackers he’d found.
“Grab a bowl of water and let’s get back upstairs where it’s warm.”
Without waiting on her, he took the box and the kitten and disappeared. Okay, so he’d basically ordered her around in her own home and that was after bringing in a stray animal.
Was badass Braden O’Shea brought to his knees over a little bundle of fur? Zara nearly laughed as she pulled out a shallow bowl and filled it with water. By the time she got upstairs, Braden was sitting on the edge of the bed, the kitten at his side, as he peeled off his socks. His feet were red and had to be absolutely freezing.
“These got
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