“Okay.”
“She’s hoping everyone comes.”
“Ah,” she said smugly. “So you’re not immune to her, after all.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s my job to tell you about breakfast.”
“Uh-huh.” That this big, edgy, dangerous-looking man did care about Shelly’s feelings made her take a good, long second look at him. And a third. In fact, something deep inside her niggled, something that said, See? Maybe not all men are bad. She squelched it. “Where’s the library?”
He sighed. “That hallway there, third door on the right.”
Grateful for the daylight, dull as it was, she moved along the beautiful hardwood floor past the curved staircase, past the great room, counting doors until she came to a large room with floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. In awe, she stepped in. There were overstuffed chairs and ottomans, bigger, cushier sofas, and beneath the huge windows, beautiful benches filled with pillows. A book-lover’s delight. She was most definitely a book lover. She moved close to a shelf—all the Dickens classics. Another held Shakespeare. Yet another had five full rows of contemporary and historical romances by some of her favorite authors.#p#分页标题#e#
She could spend all week in this room and never regret spending her honeymoon alone. She picked up a personal favorite, an old historical classic. When she’d been thirteen she’d sneaked it home from the library, reading every dog-eared page beneath her blankets with a flashlight. The story had blistered her sheets.
“Breanne.”
With a startled squeak, the book went flying out of her fingers. She turned around and faced the one man whose voice could make her quiver, make her ache.
Cooper looked at her from the bluest, sexiest eyes she’d ever seen. “Dante said you were around, talking to yourself about mysterious hotties. You did mean me, right?”
She rolled her eyes, but his had locked on her body. “Wow,” he said huskily. “More honeymoon attire?”
“No. I borrowed some clothes.”
“Hmmm.” Wearing worn cargo jeans and a long-sleeved Henley the exact color of his eyes, he picked up the book she’d sent flying and looked at the cover—a nearly naked man, pulling a dress off a nearly naked woman. “Oh, goody,” he said. “A bedtime story. You can read it out loud to me tonight.”
“We are not sharing a bed tonight.”
“Feel free to skip straight to the good spots.” He opened the book to somewhere in the middle. “Right here, for example.” He cleared his throat and read out loud: “‘Elizabeth tingled at the thought of putting her mouth to his throbbing manhood.’” He lifted his head, sending her a lopsided grin. “Hey, I have a throbbing manhood.”
Breanne crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to admit she felt his smile from her roots to her toes, and in every single erogenous zone between, of which she apparently had more than she remembered, damn him. “Get out.”
“Sorry, Princess, there’s nowhere to go. Come eat breakfast with me.”
“Why? So you can turn that into something dirty as well?”
His grin went positively wicked. “You think sex is dirty?”
“Go. Away.”
Of course, he didn’t budge.
“You know what?” she asked, tossing up her hands. “Never mind. I’ll go.”
“You can run, but you can’t hide.”
“What does that mean?”
“Means we’re still stuck, baby. Snowed in. With no cable services and nothing to do except—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Okay. I’ll just think it.”
She sent him daggers, refusing to allow him to see how much his thoughts were affecting her. “I’m going outside to make a call on my cell.” Whirling away from him, she stepped to the French doors. Beyond them was a view that, under any other circumstances, would have made her sigh with pleasure. Surrounded by awe-inspiring, majestic peaks, they were nestled in a valley that lay under a glistening blanket. The snow was still falling in dinnerplate-sized flakes, coating everything in sight.
It boggled her mind.
Determined to check her messages, she bravely opened the doors and was immediately assaulted by the cold. Protected by a small covered deck, she stood a foot from where the snow came down in thick, blurry lines, falling eerily without a sound, piling into drifts. If she took a step off the deck she’d have sunk, vanishing from view.
Behind her she let the door shut so she wouldn’t have to hear Cooper moving around the library. God only knew what the Neanderthal would find in there to read. She didn’t care. Shivering, she kept her eyes locked on her phone display as she turned it on and waited with bated breath.#p#分页标题#e#