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I was going to have a heart attack. I thought something happened to the two of you!”
    â€œNo, we’re both fine, George.” She whirled around, searching frantically for something in the torn-up kitchen to cover herself with. The only thing in sight was a scratchy-looking carpenter’s apron. Useful for covering up the front of her. Marginally. Sort of. “I just couldn’t get to the phone any faster, but we’re both all right.”
    â€œGood. Plows have been out on the road for a good three hours now. We should be getting into your neckof the country within the next hour. That’s the best I can do. You’re high on the list, but we had to clear the highways and town before we could head out for the back roads. I take it your patient survived the night?”
    Her patient. The one with the head wound and the sprained ankle. The one who’d made love to her mercilessly and tirelessly for most of the night. “Um, he seems to be less injured than I first thought.”
    â€œWell, that’s good. Still, we should be able to get him checked out at the hospital this morning. Now, as far as you getting to your place—”
    â€œThe furnace wasn’t working at my parents’ house. That was why I trekked over to the Cunninghams’ to begin with.”
    â€œAll right. When I get off the phone with you, I’ll…”
    George said something else. She had no idea what. She had no idea when she stopped talking and hung up, either, but suddenly Teague seemed to be standing in the doorway, wearing jeans almost zipped up, looking her over quietly, thoroughly.
    His carpenter apron was draped over certain strategic spots and it wasn’t freezing like before; the furnace had obviously been chugging hot water through the radiators for several hours. Yet feeling Teague’s eyes on her made her feel barer than cold.
    Everything about him tracked memories from last night. His tousled hair—she remembered riffling her fingers through that thick, wiry hair, dragging him closer to her, demanding more kisses, deeper kisses, more-intimate kisses. She remembered the taste of that narrow mouth and those smooth, seductive lips. She remembered the exact moment she’d put a love bite on his left shoulder. She even remembered his bare feet…yelpingwhen he’d suddenly touched her with those cold toes, and then laughing, laughing just before he’d pressed her into the blankets and taken her down with another kiss.
    By night he’d been her lover…but by daylight he was a stranger. A stranger she’d shared more with—more honesty with—than she had with her husband. She didn’t know what to make of that, except that there wasn’t a man on the planet who unnerved her. Ever. Until now.
    To add insult to injury, the son of a gun had looked darn good in the shadows, but man, he looked downright wicked in real light.
    Her stomach suddenly skidded down another slippery chasm. Relax, she tried to tell herself. It wasn’t love. She’d been foolhardy to sleep with a stranger, but it’s not as if she were in love with him.
    She could handle a mistake. God knew she’d had a lot of experience making those. But she wasn’t sure she could survive falling in love with the wrong man. Not again.
    The way he kept standing there, looking at her, she sensed he was thinking about pouncing again. Leaning against the doorjamb, protecting his ankle by leaning on the makeshift cane, he should have looked weak and pitiful, and instead somehow the darn man managed to be making sinful, irresponsible, reprehensible promises with those sleepy eyes.
    Worse yet, some idiotic part of her heart loved those promises. Wanted him to pounce. Wanted to be wicked with him all over again. For Pete’s sake, you’d think her mind had taken off for the North Pole and refused to come home. She said firmly, “They’re going to rescue us in less than