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Chapters (23)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the
  3. Titles by Lexi Blake
  4. Dedication
  5. prologue
  6. chapter one
  7. chapter two
  8. chapter three
  9. chapter four
  10. chapter five
  11. chapter six
  12. chapter seven
  13. chapter eight
  14. chapter nine
  15. chapter ten
  16. chapter eleven
  17. chapter twelve
  18. chapter thirteen
  19. chapter fourteen
  20. epilogue
  21. acknowledgments
  22. about the author
  23. What’s next onyour reading list?

Sylvie gave him a shaky smile. “Of course. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten stuck in a storm, though it is the first time someone has swept me away to his private cabin.” She glanced around with that look of wonder she always seemed to find. It didn’t matter if she was looking at a master work of art or an old cabin. Sylvie found the world interesting and worthy. He was pretty sure she looked at the world the way he looked at her. “It’s been years since I’ve been here. Do you still have a generator?”

“Yes. It’s out in the shed.” Despite the fact that spring was making its way to summer, there was a definite chill from the storm. “I’ll get the lights on and then I’ll build us a fire. There’s no central heat out here.” He stopped in front of her, looking down into those gorgeous eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have taken better care of you.”

Her head tilted back so she could look up at him. “Maybe I should be apologizing. After all, it was my idea to take the afternoon off. I didn’t know about the storm, either. You could be warm and cozy in your office.”

And then he would have to concentrate on finding the spy in his organization. He would way rather be worried about warmth and food. He would definitely rather worry about taking care of her. “I don’t know that I would call my office warm or cozy.”

Oh, but her eyes were warm. “If you don’t like your office, we should talk about renovating it. It doesn’t look like you’ve redone it. And honestly, it’s not so bad being stuck here with you.”

“I haven’t. But then neither have you.” He would love to take on that project with her. He took a chance and cupped her cheeks. “There is no one I would rather be stuck with.”

One brow cocked, a definite challenge. “Not even my brother?”

“I can’t do this to your brother.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. “I don’t even want to try. I don’t think Dre would be half as fun to kiss as you are.”

She grinned. “He would argue with you on that.” She went up on her toes and kissed him again. “Go and get the lights on. I want that fire as soon as possible. I’m cold.”