Stranded, Seduced...Pregnant

‘I was only trying to help.’ Most people would have been grateful, but this man was clearly not a team player.

‘It will not be helpful if you get frostbite.’

Her rescuer had a point, Neve conceded, aware that she had lost all feeling in her fingers. Had Hannah been wearing her gloves? A mental image of her stepdaughter, a small figure at the mercy of the elements, flashed before her eyes, and the fear rose like bile in her throat.

She took a deep breath and fought down the panic. ‘What shall I do?’ If he wanted to be in charge, fine, she could live with that, but she couldn’t stand there and do nothing now.

He flashed her a look over his shoulder. ‘I think nothing would be safest.’

Nasty sarcastic rat, Neve thought, watching as he rapidly completed his task. She did not have to wait for long—it took him another two minutes to access the door.

He gave a satisfied grunt and looked around for a suitable blunt object; unlike the large panelled areas in the front of the building, this glass panel was not of the same impregnable quality.

Severo quickly found a suitable smooth stone. ‘Turn around and cover your face.’

Her eyes widened as she realised his intentions. ‘You’re going to break in?’

His hand lowered. ‘A nice touch of moral outrage, but a tad, shall we say, hypocritical?’

The cryptic comment sailed over Neve’s head; the thought of being party to breaking and entering made her deeply uneasy.

‘Couldn’t you try knocking again?’ she suggested, forcing the words past her chattering teeth.

‘Or we could go away and come back tomorrow?’ he said sardonically.

Neve loosed a cry of alarm as he raised his arm again. She covered her face with her hands, watching through parted fingers as his hand moved in a smooth arc towards the glass panel in the door.

She had tensed in anticipation of the sound of smashing glass when he stopped just short of impact and, as she watched, tried the door handle.

The door swung inwards and she heard him laugh; it was not an unattractive sound.

Grinning to himself behind his mask, Severo dropped the stone and stepped inside, trying not to bring in any more of the small avalanche of snow that had fallen inwards when he’d opened the door—it was already beginning to melt on the surface of the black and white chequered floor tiles.

Unlike the rest of the house, this room was in darkness, though not really dark—the light from the snow reflected off the pale shiny surfaces. It appeared to be a laundry room of sorts, with stainless-steel work surfaces above white storage units; a power switch glowed red on the panel on a washing machine but it stood silent.

Stamping his feet on the tiled floor to knock the snow from his boots, he reached for the light switch, blinking when the room was flooded with harsh light. The small figure swamped in the borrowed ski jacket stood framed in the doorway.

‘Are you coming in or what?’

The choice being to freeze to death or accept the invitation, Neve stepped inside wishing she could be as totally at ease with the entire breaking and entering situation as this man appeared to be.

Maybe he’d had experience with similar situations, she speculated uneasily, but on the plus side he did seem like a person who might be useful in hazardous situations. Though she couldn’t imagine, given his initial reaction, that he’d think it a good idea to go back out there and search for Hannah, it was possible he’d warm to the idea more if she offered to pay him.

Well, with or without his help she was going back out. Once I’ve thawed out a little, she thought, rubbing her numb fingers together. She didn’t need him.

You carry on telling yourself that, Neve.

Ignoring the voice in her head, she glanced towards the sinister figure of her rescuer.

Outside in the harsh and unforgiving landscape, although she had been unwilling to admit it, his undeniable physical presence and strength had been comforting. Inside the confines of the room they were almost oppressive. Even if the face that was hidden behind the mask was pleasant or plain, with a body like his he was never going to fade into the background.

Long of limb and broad of shoulder, he looked all hard bone and lean muscle. It was as her slightly unfocused gaze drifted upwards from his feet that she became aware of his questioning posture.

‘What?’ she said, embarrassment making her voice accusing. Well, it was extremely embarrassing to be caught ogling a man’s body even if the scrutiny was totally objective.

‘I said would you close the…?’ Emitting an irritated sound, he clicked his tongue and leaned in towards her.

Neve instinctively shrank back, a strangled cry escaping her lips before she realised that he was just closing the door.

His hand still resting on the wall beside the doorjamb, he swept a concerned downward glance at her upturned features.

Neve looked at her feet and heard him say, ‘What’s wrong?’

She shook her head, still avoiding the dark gleam of his eyes through the slits of the mask. She felt deeply embarrassed by her stupid instinctive reaction.

Her instincts were still embarrassing her.

It was bizarre. She had to make a conscious effort to put one foot in front of the other; she was unable to stop shaking, half dead with cold and, despite all that, or hopefully because of it, she was conscious of the weirdest tug.

She had this insane impulse, not to draw back, but to lean into him. She was drawn to his sheer physical presence, his strength and the warmth of the big body. The longer he stayed curved over her, projecting this testosterone force field, the more difficult it was to resist the bizarre compulsion.

‘What did you think I was going to do?’

Neve shook her head mutely. He’d put his own interpretation on her silence, but what could she say? I thought you were going to kiss me.

What would it have felt like?

Appalled by the dreamy question that surfaced in her head, she gave a fractured sigh of relief when he straightened up.

Her hands, still crossed in a protective gesture over her heaving chest, fell limply to her sides. She watched through the screen of her lashes as he walked across the room.

There was something totally riveting about the way he moved.

Neve pushed the thought away and lowered her gaze to the chequered floor tiles. ‘You…you startled me.’

‘Relax, you are quite safe.’

The mockery in his deep voice made her squirm. ‘Nice to know.’

‘I admit you might scrub up well,’ he said, sounding insultingly doubtful, ‘but right now, cara, you are not, believe me, going to drive any man wild with lust.’ No man in his right mind, certainly, but Severo was beginning to doubt his own mental health.

The question was not why on earth did he want to kiss the tip of her red nose, it was why on earth was he here? He valued logic; he prided himself on his judgement—what sort of judgement had made him risk life and limb in a blizzard?

Did he really think she needed him to point out her deficiencies? ‘I suppose you like your women to be decorative and dumb.’ It was not a question, just a fact of life.

‘I can see you find my sex life fascinating, but can we leave this discussion for later?’

Struggling to maintain the illusion of dignity, she followed him through the door muttering under her breath. ‘It’s always nice to have something to look forward to.’