“Okay, I love you too.Don’t try to go out until the storm stops and then I’ll help you shovel.”
Wesley couldn’t help but laugh at that idea, of this woman who wore leggings and flimsy boots in a blizzard, shoveling snow.Which was why she caught him smiling when she hung up and turned to face him again.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Of course not.”
“I’ll have you know I’m more than capable of using a shovel.”
“Emm hmmm, I bet you clear your own sidewalk every time it snows.”
“You must have a low opinion of me because of my family.I get it.I mean, they sorta bring that out of people.”
“Are you saying you weren’t born with a platinum spoon in your mouth?”
“No, I had the spoon, the staff, the big house, and all the nannies I could ever want.”
Wesley nodded.“I see—poor little rich girl?”He regretted it the moment he saw the pain wash over her face, but she just as quickly masked it.
“So anyway, do you have to go to work?”
“No, the town is completely shut down.We don’t have the kind of emergency vehicles we’d need in this snow.Everyone needs to just sit tight until it passes.”
“So you’re stuck with me and a day off?”
“Looks like it.”
“Then I’m making us some breakfast and we can watch the snow fall, or read, or watch a marathon of storm movies.”
“I take it you like bad weather?”
She started to move around the kitchen like she was familiarizing herself with her surroundings.She pulled out a frying pan and then found the pantry and searched high and low for something.
“I’m not sure I’ll have the ingredients you’re looking for but you’re welcome to get creative.”
“From the look of this you cook, a lot?”
“Eating at the diner comes with more hazards than fried food.”
She pulled out a bowl and a whisk but stopped and smiled up at him.
“You mean the ladies of Sandy Point would take any opportunity to get the handsome sheriff’s attention?So you taught yourself to cook?”
He liked the idea that she thought he was handsome.
“My mother taught me to cook, but yes I find it more relaxing to eat at home.”
“Then I hope you like pancakes, because I’m going to make them for you.”
He nodded.“I’m just going to put the news on,” he said taking his cup to the living room.
If there was one thing Wes knew it was Shelby Shepherd was trouble, and the longer she was in his home, and in his clothes, the greater the desire he had to kiss her while peeling off all her clothes.But that wasn’t going to happen, so he needed to keep his distance as best he could, trapped in his thousand-square-foot home, in the middle of a blizzard.
CHAPTER FOUR
Shelby
Heat of the Moment
