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Kissing a woman the way he’d kissed this one…

His intruder

His beautiful intruder

His terrified intruder

And she was that Terrified Not of having been caught stealing She wasn’t a thief He knew that now She was scared of so more…

But not of him

When he’d kissed her she’d kissed him back Melted in his arms, her mouth hot on his He could have taken her then…

The stor, the poas off, the roads were undoubtedly blocked and here he was, pacing like a caged tiger, getting himself as worked up as a schoolboy and over what?

A kiss

He had s to worry about The horses, for instance He hadn’t given theht in hours

Lightning flashed outside theas he headed for the kitchen, shoved his feet into dry boots, grabbed a rain slicker and a flashlight, then went out the back door at a trot There were only a few animals in the barn and ht have spooked them He’d talk to the about a woman he’d never see after tomorrow

Keeping busy was, as always, the ticket to success

The horses were fine

They whinnied their greetings, butted velvet noses against his shoulder as he went fro a handful of ave each animal the much-coveted treat, refilled water buckets, spoke softly and reassuringly A barn cat meowed for attention and wound sinuously around his ankles; he bent down, stroked it, smiled at its thousand-decibel purr

Eventually, despite his best efforts, there was nothing left to do but return to the house

He dripped water over theup the slicker, toed off his boots and headed for the living roo colder by the minute Even the warm spot before the fireplace seemed narrower than before

What about the bedroom? It had to be like Siberia