When he finally parked in what had become his customary spot ten feet from the porch, Trask gave a huge exhale of relief at being home, then opened his door.
He’d barely gotten his feet planted when his body got slammed by…
An armful of warm woman.
Whoa.
Had he ever been greeted like that before?
The easy answer was no.
Jett had smashed up against him, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and she was peppering his face with kisses.
Trask was struck dumb.
Best. Welcome. Ever.
He buried his nose in her bare neck, and…
Bare neck?
“You crazy woman,” he groused. “No coat? Don’t you know there’s a storm going on out here?”
“There’s a bigger storm going on inside me,” she told him breathlessly. “And it’s ready to break. So you’d better do something about it, or itmightrage out of control.”
Exactlyhis intent. Eventually.
As much as Trask wanted to take Jett up on that right away, there were a few logistics that, in her enthusiasm, she’d forgotten.
“Uh, dogs?” he posed, still reveling in the feel of her; drawing in her warm, rich scent, reluctant to let her go.
“Crap,” she replied, sliding her legs down from around his midsection, bypassing his hips to plant her feet in the snow.
Giving a sigh, she slipped and slid toward the back door of his truck and opened it wide.
“Babies!” she cried, grabbing each one before they jumped out. She hugged them around their necks and showing them as much enthusiasm as she’d just showered on Trask.
“Oh. I see where I stand,” he quipped. “A half step below your mutts.”
She laughed, glancing over at him. The dogs took that opportunity to jump out willy-nilly, which had her tumbling backward into the snow.
“Oooh!” she squealed as the icy precipitation enveloped her. “That’s cold.”
The dogs instantly thought her being prone was a game, and pig-piled on, dancing around and over her downed body.
She ended up roaring hysterically, which also tickled Trask.
But as amusing as it was, before Jett got frostbite, Trask decided to call it.
“Boys. Sit,” he commanded.
Both beasts’ butts obediently hit the snow, and they looked up at him expectantly, tongues drooling, anticipating that he might want to join the fun.
Instead, he gave them a stay signal, bent down, and easily lifted Jett from the snow, bringing her aloft to be cradled in his arms.
Flakes clung to her pale lashes, and Trask couldn’t help himself. He tipped his head forward and swiped his tongue at the small bits of snow.
Jett groaned at the contact. “Inside. Quick. Before I make you get naked out here, which Iknowyou won’t like,” she warned him.
