‘Part of it was running away. The other part is running towards you. I’ve never done that, you know – just flown out to another country to find a girl.’

I reached over, my fingers running over the bristles of his beard. ‘I really am sorry, Dylan,’ I whispered. ‘I didn’t want to leave you. I wanted you to call, and then we’d see each other again, I was so sure of it. That connection we had. That we have. I knew it was strong enough to withstand me leaving that day.’ I looked away from him. ‘But then you didn’t call and I doubted myself, thought I’d imagined those feelings.’

He suddenly pulled me towards him, his face close to mine. Then he kissed me, soft at first, then hard and fierce and my body responded in a rush of feeling. He pulled away, his dark eyes deep in mine. ‘Did you imagine that?’ he asked in a husky voice.

‘I don’t think so,’ I said with a slight smile. ‘But I think you need to do it again just so I can make sure.’

So he did, our kisses growing deeper and more intense, so intense we were soon grabbing at each other’s clothes, pulling them off in the darkness of the truck as the snow filled the windscreen. I felt Dylan’s breath on my neck, my breasts, his fingers pulling at the zip on my jeans and then he was inside me and it felt as if we and that snow-laden truck were the only things left in the world. As if all our secrets and our dark memories were melting like the snow would.

Chapter Fifteen

I curled up next to Dylan in the backseat of his truck, the fur throw soft on our skin. It felt as though the past year without one another had just melted away. The road was passable now, the snow light in the morning darkness. But we didn’t want to move, hidden away in that side road with the engine rumbling to keep us warm.

‘I guess we better get dressed soon,’ Dylan said as he looked down at me, curling my blonde hair around my ear.

‘Do we have to?’

He smiled. ‘Asher and Hekla will be wondering where I am. They might think I’ve been kidnapped by you. Not to mention my brother.’

I bit my lip. ‘That is totally my plan.’ I stretched my arms above my head. ‘Okay, let’s go get some breakfast.’

We helped each other dress, Dylan kissing my shoulder before pulling my jumper over my head, my lips on his taut stomach as I did up his jeans.

When he started the truck, I placed my hand on his knee and he smiled at me. ‘This feels right.’

‘Yes, it does,’ I replied.

When we arrived at Asher’s, Cole was just getting out of his hire car.