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She was hardly likely to find out, she reflected, as she pulled on her robe and padded over to the

Outside the sky was a pure pale blue Frost sparkled crisply on the snow, a pale le to add an illusion of war back froe Despite the icy cold as evidenced by his breath, he was bareheaded, his boots leaving deep tracks in the thick snow He paused suddenly and glanced upwards, causing Chelsea to duck away fro him to see her

Li into her bathroohtly swollen ankle she seemed to have suffered remarkably few after-effects from her exposure Mainly thanks to Slade, she was forced to acknowledge, a hazy recollection of hot water and her own protests surfacing briefly

How long would it be before the snow melted? She dressed quickly in cords and a thick sweater The central heating appeared to be on, but she had no idea how reliable it would be under the present conditions

In the kitchen she busied herself preparing breakfast It was apparent fro herself that there was nothing to be gained froe and ree always served his

He ca the kettle, and stopped on the threshold, obviously surprised to see her up

‘I’lad that the necessity of filling the kettle ’

He ht he was sinore her, but when she eventually turned round he was re his boots and then he went across to fiddle with the radio on top of one of the units

‘Might as well hear the weather forecast,’ he told her, ‘although I don’t suppose it will be good There was a sharp frost last night—I thought we et the car out, but there’s simply no way’

‘At least we’re war his eyes, her skin flushing as she recalled just hoar his bed

She had always enjoyed cooking and e expression in Slade’s eyes when she eventually placed his breakfast in front of him, which deepened when he took a tentative bite and pronounced as though it surprised hiood!’

Chelsea said nothing, si hi

‘But of course I suppose breakfasts are your forte,’ he said smoothly when she didn’t speak ‘You’ve probably had a lot of practice atthem’

Typical of a ht for them to be sexually experienced and liberated, but when it was a woed masculine pride and nasty innuendoes

‘What business is it of yours if I have?’ she de the results, aren’t you?’

With an abruptness that startled her he pushed his half eaten breakfast away

‘I was,’ he agreed bitingly, ‘but suddenly I’ve lost the taste for it I’ that he wanted to keep away from her