He’d taken his jacket off and was facing the fire, and even in this huge living room with its soaring ceiling and massive wooden beams, Grady dominated. Tall and broad, his back straight, his stance wide and confident. He was king of his domain, and damn if that didn’t send a delicious little trill right through her abdomen.

Stopping to place the bottle down on the side table next to her wine and handbag, she picked up her glass and ferried both it and Grady’s bourbon over to where he stood. He had his hands thrust toward the fire, warming them as she’d directed.

“Here.” She nudged his elbow with the tumbler.

“Thanks.” He relieved her of it and immediately raised it to his mouth, taking a big swallow.

Suzanne, still feeling edgy from the remnants of adrenaline, almost did the same with her wine but forced herself to sip it instead. Neither of them said anything for long moments as they stared into the fire. She snuck a look at Grady’s profile as he took another mouthful of his drink. His eyes were shut as if savoring it, and then he tipped his head from side to side, stretching out the muscles of his neck.

“You must be exhausted,” Suzanne said, noticing the fine lines around his eyes.

His lids fluttered open, and he stared into the fire again. “I’m okay.”

Of course he was okay. Couldn’t have surly rancher dude admit to anything as human as tiredness after two full days of manual labor.

A sudden howl of wind shook the cabin, and Suzanne glanced out the window at the horizontal snow whipping past. “Did you get everything done?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Just gotta hope for the best now.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Suzanne raised her glass toward him, and their gazes met as he tapped his tumbler to hers. The glasses tinked, and Grady took another swallow as he returned his attention to the fire.

“You must be hungry. I kept some food for you. There’s also a batch of brownies that’s probably still warm.”

“Thanks.” He nodded. “I’ll get something soon.”

“I can do it; you’ve done enough today.”

She turned to go, but he put a stilling hand on her arm. “Suzy…”

Suzy. God… Her belly looped the loop. Talk about heat. How did the man manage to make that name sound so damn sexy?

“It’s okay. I just want to enjoy the warmth of the fire and the heat in this drink for a little while longer.”

“Of course,” she said, standing beside him again, her gaze returning to the fire.