And, surely, things would right themselves with Jules. Perhaps not that day, but eventually—at least she hoped so. That left just one more thing for Lucy to be brave about. She thought back to how terribly wrong her last seduction attempt had gone, but try, try again, right?

“Will?”

“Yes.” He smiled, encouragingly.

“Is there a bed in this cabin?”

His eyes widened. “Uh, yes, the couch … it’s a pull-out. I, uh, I changed the sheets this morning, so it’s, uh …” It seemed that it was Will’s turn to be embarrassed.

“I do think I know, yes. That was very, well, prepared of you.”

He shook his head and grinned, “Yeah, yeah.”

“No really, it was thoughtful.” She stood on her tiptoes and cupped his face with her hands, regarding it closely. Goodness, he was handsome, like the icing on a particularly scrummy cake. “You know something? I quite adore you, Will Reinhardt.”

His eyebrows lifted, and his lips curled into a slight smile. “And I adore you, Lucy Browning. Adore, want …” His lips were brushing her neck as he whispered that last word, and the tiny puff of breath she felt as he hit the “t” sent a jolt of lust right through her.

Her “snowed-in” fantasy would pale in comparison to reality.

Chapter 31

Jules

Jules perched on the edge of a wooden bench on Matt’s veranda while he was inside prepping dinner. They were barbecuing again—salmon this time—and he’d insisted on doing everything himself so she could make her call, even though he was still bandaged up.

She was nervous, and no wonder. She’d managed to hurt two of the people she loved the most. With Will, even when her was telling her off, Jules knew it would be okay between them. It always was. But what if she’d screwed things up with Lucy for good? Well, if she had, she wouldn’t know for sure unless she tapped the “call” button on her phone.

Six rings and she was about to hang up when Lucy’s sleepy face appeared on the screen, grainy from the lack of light on her end. “Hello?” Lucy yawned and shook her head quickly, as though to wake herself.

“Hey, Luce.” God, she’d missed Lucy. Why had she let their rift go on so long?

Lucy blinked at her several times. “Jules, hello,” she said in a quiet voice. “What time is it?” Jules wracked her brain trying to calculate the time difference and came up short. It didn’t matter anyway, as she’d obviously woken Lucy up.

“It must be late there, I’m so sorry. I can call another time.”

“No, wait!” Lucy whispered. Lucy looked off screen, a small frown on her face. “Um, Jules …” She looked back at the screen. “I may as well come clean. I’m not alone, if you get my drift.”

Blergh! It really was a bad time to call. Jules had a firm and very quick talk to herself—It’s weird, but it’s fine and you love them both—and ploughed ahead. “Oh, right. So, do you want to move into another room?” Practical solutions, that’s what Jules was good at.