“Where are you going?”
“I need to see whether the nativity scene is free.”
“You can’t sleep there.” The snow was coming down fast now, and the wind was whistling. The temperature had been steadily dropping over the last few days. It was probably going to ice tonight.
Two spots of color showed on Merrie’s cheeks.
“I need to sleep. I have the bake-off tomorrow. You don’t have any right to maliciously destroy my life.” Her nose was red from the cold.
She needs to go inside.
“I wasn’t!” I yelled over the wind. “I was trying to protect you.” I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated.
Merrie crossed her arms. “With no shirt on?”
“I don’t get cold,” I replied.
Merrie huddled against the wind.
What was I going to do with her?
You know the answer.
All the hotels were booked up with tourists.
You could—
And the estate house didn’t have any heat.
Guess you have to—
No.
But what was the alternative?
There is only one logical solution.
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Matt took my arm and started leading me back toward the train station.
“You can stay with me tonight,” he said gruffly.
I took a few steps before it hit me.
“With you? Where? Your house doesn’t have any furniture. And even if it didn’t, I would never live with you.” I tried to push him away, but instead my hand connected to his bicep.
It’s like marble.
Shit, all of him was like marble. His bare chest was chiseled, a perfect taper from broad shoulders down to the washboard abs.
“Who goes out in the middle of a snowstorm with no shirt?”
And why is it so hot?
Matt smirked.
