As it had been the first time, it was as unexpected and magnificent as a ray of sun slicing through a rain cloud and Sadie’s heart thumped against her chest.
“What?” she shot back.
Will held a hand towards the doorway of La Tulipe. “I didn’t say a thing.”
Sadie grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled it over her head. Then, scooting past him, her chin imperiously high, she said, “You didn’t have to.”
* * *
As soon as they entered the lobby of the old hotel, Sadie’s adrenaline kicked up a notch. For all her efforts to escape, everything could fall apart right here, right now.
She tucked herself in behind Will, breathing through her mouth so as not to drink too deeply of the deliciousness of his cologne. Skin. Washing detergent. Whatever.
“Sadie,” he said, turning so she was face to face with his strong profile. The heavy brow, nose so perfect it could have been carved from marble, the hint of that dimple.
“Mmm?”
“Have you heard of a little something called personal space?”
“Sorry,” she said, searching desperately for a sane reason why she might be snuggled into him as she was. “I’m...cold.”
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