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his low murmur .
    She took his hand in hers and took her time to sponge it with a small wad of cotton wool and carefully check there was no glass left in the cut.
    Do not speculate on the size of his hand... the potential strength.  
    Cursing under her breath at her descent into brainlessness, she glanced up. His face was so near she could feel the warmth of his breath and this close his eyes were spellbinding.
    “You’re lucky, it looks clear,” she said briskly, trying to pull her head together.
    “Thanks.” He looked boyishly contrite, like he’d been told off by his favorite teacher and was trying to suppress his smile.
    Savannah looked back down to the cut, blood welled in it again. “I’ll put a Band-aid on it.”
    “Thanks.”  
    Focus. Be professional. Keep your distance.
    “Not too tight?” She checked as she wound the plaster round his finger.  
    “No, it feels good.”
    Kiss it better.
    Where the hell had that idea come from?
    She looked up, her gaze instantly locked with his.
    He didn’t say it. Didn’t say anything. Nor did she. But breathing seemed to be hard, like the air was suddenly heavy with humidity.  
    Kiss it better.
    Kiss. Him.
    Savannah never kissed customers. Never kissed anyone. But the urge now?
    “You should get it checked by a professional,” she muttered, then coughed to clear the frog from her throat.  
    “Don’t dramatize. It’s not that deep.” He laughed.
    At that sound, the tightness in her chest loosened. She couldn’t help smiling as she hopped off the stool to pack away the First Aid gear and wash her hands.
    “You mind if I stay a little?” he asked. “I’m feeling dizzy. Must be the loss of blood.”
    He so wasn’t, but this playful tease was such a contrast to the moody man who’d first ordered that icy beer and she couldn’t resist her curiosity. She hesitated, then reluctantly smiled again. “You’d like another beer?”
    He held her gaze. “Isn’t it past closing?”
    “It doesn’t matter.” She turned to pull one from the fridge, when she turned back with it he’d put a bill on the bar.
    She frowned. “I’ve closed the cash register.”
    His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything.”
    “I won’t owe you either.” She pulled out her own wallet and gave him the change from her pathetic coin collection. “I’ll square it with the register tomorrow.”
    As she flipped the lid on his bottle, she saw something flare in his eyes. He took a long swig as soon as she handed it to him.  
    “You’ve been working on the slopes?” she asked.
    His gaze shot to her, surprised. His eyes narrowed. “Today, yeah.”
    “You like it up there?” Wasn’t he the mountain king? A slope-style champ or something? She wasn’t really sure of the terminology, before coming here, snow hadn’t really been her thing.
    “Doesn’t everyone?” His lips twisted.  
    Not everyone, no.  
    “It doesn’t bother you?” he suddenly asked. “The way they talk?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t let it.”
    “I don’t like it.”
    “It’s not your problem.” She fell silent at the look in his eyes. Her stupid pulse sped up.
    “Will you tell me your name?” he asked.
    “Does it matter?”  
    “Maybe not.” His smile was wry. “You don’t want to know mine?”
    “No. I don’t.” She definitely didn’t. She didn’t want to know anything more about him… right?
    “Have a drink with me.”
    “Not while I’m working.” Keep it together, Savannah. Keep as cool as ever.
    “Bar’s closed now,” he pointed out. “Anyway, it doesn’t have to be alcoholic. Isn’t it your duty to keep the customer happy?”
    “As the bar’s now closed, it’s no longer my duty,” she countered, unable to hold back a small smile.
    “Choice then. Will you choose to stay and talk to a lonely customer?”
    “Lonely or alone?” she asked lightly. “There’s a difference. You seemed happy to be alone and uninterrupted not so long