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erection he’d been sporting by the time he’d left the bedroom. Which meant he was definitely attracted to her.
    She frowned. So why hadn’t he responded to the flirting? She hadn’t seen a wedding ring. Of course, he could have a girlfriend, though he hadn’t thrown one up as a defense.
    Stop thinking about it. You’re just lonely because everyone else seems to be in a relationship and you haven’t gotten laid in over a year.
    But it wasn’t just the sex. She pulled the blankets tighter around her and sighed. It was having a man’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The hardness of his chest beneath her head and a different hardness between her…
    No means no. Go to bed, you horny bitch.
    Taking deep breaths, she did some meditative exercises. It was her sure-fire way to get herself to pass out.

Chapter Three
    When she opened her eyes, the cabin was cold. Freezing, to be exact. Her teeth chattered as she tucked the blankets around every inch of her body.
    There was a bit of morning light peeking through the lace curtains on the window. Such a quaint little place. Her trembling lips tilted up into a smile.
    She closed her eyes and just lay still, listening. Listening to the sound of absolutely nothing. There were no cars, horns, yelling people, buses…it was just silent.
    It was nice.
    She must have fallen back asleep because, when she opened her eyes again there was more light pouring in from the window and she could hear the sounds of Chase moving around in the other room and a fire crackling.
    Easing the blanket down to her waist, she sat up. Thank God. It was a little warmer now. She kicked her legs over the side of the bed and stood.
    “Argh!” The wood floor was like ice. Moving quickly, she ran into the living room toward the fireplace.
    There was a furry throw rug in front of it, and she sank down onto it, stretching her hands out toward the warmth.
    “Cold?” His voice was just as sexy as yesterday and tinged with amusement.
    “Cold? Freezing my ass off, thank you very much.” She laughed and turned to look at him. Her laughter clogged in her throat, and she swallowed hard.
    Holy hell, he was a hottie in the morning. Heat stirred low in her belly. Distressed T-shirt over flannel pajama bottoms, his hair was disheveled, eyes were sleepy, and he was nursing a cup of coffee between his hands.
    “I want one.”
    “One?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “Coffee.” She groaned. “Please don’t make me beg.”
    His mouth curled into a smile. Wow. Did he have a great smile or what? How had she not noticed that last night?
    “How do you like it?”
    “Black, with sugar. At least three spoonfuls please.” She tucked her legs under her butt to keep them warm and pulled the long shirt down to her knees.
    He made a sound of disapproval from the kitchen, but when she looked back at him he was dutifully pouring in the sugar. What a good boy.
    Or man, she corrected herself when he crossed the room toward her. He carried two cups of coffee, his white shirt was stretched taut across his chest. Her gaze lingered on the clearly defined pectorals. Mmm. So, he liked to work out.
    Stop it. It obviously isn’t happening.
    “That much sugar isn’t good for your teeth, you know,” he lectured while handing off the mug of steaming coffee.
    “And what are you, my dentist?”
    His lips twitched. “Not unless you’re one of my new patients.”
    Whoa. Really? She blinked then blew on her coffee. “For real? You’re a dentist?”
    “Yes. For real, I’m a dentist.” His sat back down on the tan couch, pushing aside the blankets and pillows.
    “Oh.” She took a sip and sighed. “Caffeine. Mmm.”
    “What do you do, Nikki?”
    “What do I do? As in a career?”
    “Yes.”
    She blew on her coffee, watching him closely. How would he react when she told him? A dentist would surely find her job to be somewhat impractical.
    “I’m an artist. A painter.” Something flickered in his eyes. Interest?
    “What