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her teeth chattering even more.
“No, I’ve just about got it.” He reached back for the pillow she was holding. “Go stand by the fire and get warm.”
“I’m not that cold,” she said, wanting to help him.
His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Tell that to your bra.” That said, he turned back to the window and stuffed the large leather pillow through the opening, wedging it there with the floor lamp.
She looked down, immediately folding her arms across her breasts while heat danced up her cold cheeks. “A gentleman wouldn’t have mentioned that,” she said indignantly.
Grinning, he grabbed a throw rug from the floor and began nailing it over the damaged window, blocking out any cold that was still seeping in. When he was done, he stepped back to survey his work. “That should do the trick.”
“Nice work,” she muttered.
“Thanks.” He removed his coat and crossed the room to the bathroom. Pausing, in the doorway, he said, “Oh, and Caitlin...”
She met his gaze.
“I never said anything about being a gentleman. Feel free to be cold around me anytime.”
The second the door closed behind him, she let out a stream of curse words she hadn’t used since her rebellious teen years.
The bathroom door swung open, Dalton’s dark head popping out from behind it. Grinning, he clicked his tongue. “Such language from a lady.”
Before she could respond, he slipped back inside, his deep, husky laughter drifting out through the closed door.
A tired smile curved her lips as she sank down onto the sofa bed. Even with everything that had gone wrong for her that night, her chance encounter with Dalton Barnes had turned out to be the most fun she had ever had.
Dalton came out of the bathroom to find Caitlin sound asleep on the sofa bed. Stepping lightly, he made his way back to the bed where he stood staring down at her. She was curled up on the bed beneath a dark blue and cream striped throw. Lips slightly parted, her hair with those shimmering copper strands gleaming in the firelight as it lay across her cheeks. She looked so...keepable.
Before that thought had a chance to settle in his mind, the slender form on the bed shuddered. Caitlin was chilled. And it was no wonder. Despite the fire, the room was still freezing. Frowning, he walked over to stoke the fire then went in search of something more substantial than an afghan.
After a thorough search, all he came up with was one thin cotton blanket which he draped over Caitlin’s slender form before easing onto the sofa bed beside her.
The room slowly warmed, but Caitlin was still shivering beside him, even with the blanket. Rolling onto his side, he moved up against her, wrapping his arms around her.
She stirred, mumbling sleepily as her head settled into the crook of his arm.
“Shh...” he soothed with a whisper, his lips brushing over her silken hair. “It’s all right.”
“W...we can’t...” she mumbled, forcing her eyes open to look up at him.
“Darlin’,” he said with a low chuckle, “the only thing I intend to do right now is get some sleep and keep you warm. Nothing more.” The tension in her body remained. Scooping up the discarded handcuffs, he dangled them over her. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll wear these.”
A sleepy smile moved across her face. “No need. I trust you.” That said, she closed her eyes and drifted off once more.
She trusted him.
Knowing that stirred something deep inside him. Those words played over and over in his mind until exhaustion wore him down and sleep finally claimed him.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Morning.”
Caitlin blinked the sleep away and looked up to find Dalton smiling down at her. Her cheek rested against the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt as she snuggled into him, his strong arm curled firmly around her.
“Dalton!” she gasped, pushing away.
A chuckle rumbled in
“No, I’ve just about got it.” He reached back for the pillow she was holding. “Go stand by the fire and get warm.”
“I’m not that cold,” she said, wanting to help him.
His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Tell that to your bra.” That said, he turned back to the window and stuffed the large leather pillow through the opening, wedging it there with the floor lamp.
She looked down, immediately folding her arms across her breasts while heat danced up her cold cheeks. “A gentleman wouldn’t have mentioned that,” she said indignantly.
Grinning, he grabbed a throw rug from the floor and began nailing it over the damaged window, blocking out any cold that was still seeping in. When he was done, he stepped back to survey his work. “That should do the trick.”
“Nice work,” she muttered.
“Thanks.” He removed his coat and crossed the room to the bathroom. Pausing, in the doorway, he said, “Oh, and Caitlin...”
She met his gaze.
“I never said anything about being a gentleman. Feel free to be cold around me anytime.”
The second the door closed behind him, she let out a stream of curse words she hadn’t used since her rebellious teen years.
The bathroom door swung open, Dalton’s dark head popping out from behind it. Grinning, he clicked his tongue. “Such language from a lady.”
Before she could respond, he slipped back inside, his deep, husky laughter drifting out through the closed door.
A tired smile curved her lips as she sank down onto the sofa bed. Even with everything that had gone wrong for her that night, her chance encounter with Dalton Barnes had turned out to be the most fun she had ever had.
Dalton came out of the bathroom to find Caitlin sound asleep on the sofa bed. Stepping lightly, he made his way back to the bed where he stood staring down at her. She was curled up on the bed beneath a dark blue and cream striped throw. Lips slightly parted, her hair with those shimmering copper strands gleaming in the firelight as it lay across her cheeks. She looked so...keepable.
Before that thought had a chance to settle in his mind, the slender form on the bed shuddered. Caitlin was chilled. And it was no wonder. Despite the fire, the room was still freezing. Frowning, he walked over to stoke the fire then went in search of something more substantial than an afghan.
After a thorough search, all he came up with was one thin cotton blanket which he draped over Caitlin’s slender form before easing onto the sofa bed beside her.
The room slowly warmed, but Caitlin was still shivering beside him, even with the blanket. Rolling onto his side, he moved up against her, wrapping his arms around her.
She stirred, mumbling sleepily as her head settled into the crook of his arm.
“Shh...” he soothed with a whisper, his lips brushing over her silken hair. “It’s all right.”
“W...we can’t...” she mumbled, forcing her eyes open to look up at him.
“Darlin’,” he said with a low chuckle, “the only thing I intend to do right now is get some sleep and keep you warm. Nothing more.” The tension in her body remained. Scooping up the discarded handcuffs, he dangled them over her. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll wear these.”
A sleepy smile moved across her face. “No need. I trust you.” That said, she closed her eyes and drifted off once more.
She trusted him.
Knowing that stirred something deep inside him. Those words played over and over in his mind until exhaustion wore him down and sleep finally claimed him.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Morning.”
Caitlin blinked the sleep away and looked up to find Dalton smiling down at her. Her cheek rested against the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt as she snuggled into him, his strong arm curled firmly around her.
“Dalton!” she gasped, pushing away.
A chuckle rumbled in
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