There was a small throat-clearing noise. Looking around, he saw Maggie. She was trying to look anywhere but at him.
“Sorry about this,” Sam said. He was definitely flushed with more than the heat. He slung the towel around his hips again.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Well, I was the one who shut the door.”
Maggie gave a nervous laugh. “Why don’t we just enjoy it? Apparently Mauro will come around to close it down eventually,so we just have to wait. And we have total privacy, since no one else can get in, either.”
“Total privacy,” Sam repeated.
He took a few steps forward. Maggie didn’t give ground, and now he was nearly brushing against her. She was tall enough to look him in the eyes, with just a slight tilt back of her neck when he approached.
“You know,” Maggie said, her voice breathless. “I thought you were going to kiss me on the snowmobiles today.”
“If Doreen hadn’t come along, I might have.”
He gently placed a hand on her towel-clad waist, feeling the flex of her muscles and ribs as she breathed.
She leaned forward.
He met her lips with his, mouth parting in a long-awaited coming together.
They got a few seconds into the hottest and steamiest—literally—kiss of Sam’s life before there was a sudden pounding on the door and then the worst possible voice said, “Dad? Are you in there?”
Sam hastily broke away from Maggie, stopping himself before he reflexively shoved her into the wall. Maggie had leaped back as well. “Charlie! Great timing!”
“The greatest,” Maggie murmured.
“Oh good, you are in there. I need the room key.”
“It’s—uh—” In his coat pocket. With him. “... in here with me, but there’s a problem. Charlie, can you get the door open from out there?”
“What? Why? You better not be naked in there!”
“The door’s stuck!” Maggie called.
She clapped her mouth shut immediately, but Charlie said in tones of betrayed horror, “Are youbothin there?”
“Charlie, please just go get Hester or Mauro, the owners,” Sam said. “If you can’t find them, ask anybody you can find who looks official.”
“Ugh!” Charlie said indistinctly, but Sam heard her take off at a run.
“Sorry,” Maggie said softly, coming up beside him.
“Don’t apologize. She’s a teenager, not a little kid. And she’ll know we’re both in here when the door opens, anyway.” Still, guilt reared its head. He had spent so much time in his life thinking about Charlie, and Charlie’s welfare, that he wasn’t really sure where to go from here. There was one thing he did know, though. “We have a few minutes before she can bring Mauro back. Want to pick up where we left off?”
“In for a penny, in for a pound, huh?” Maggie murmured in her husky voice.
Sam put his hand on the side of her face, and drew her in for another kiss.
This time they weren’t interrupted, at least for a little while. He nearly lost himself in the softness of her lips.
Just as the situation under his towel was becoming critical, boots crunched outside. Sam took a quick step away and reached for his coat. Maggie did likewise.
“You folks okay in there?” Mauro’s voice asked.
“Yeah,” Sam said. “We just need out.”
