Snowbound Sweetheart. Judy Christenberry
Kathy.” He reached for the blankets that he’d dumped in a corner of the room and spread them out over the bed.
Lindsay immediately felt the difference. “Oh, thank you for thinking of them. That helps a lot.”
Even more effective at raising her temperature was Gil’s entry into the bed. His body heat was like a personal furnace, even though he maintained the foot of distance that the size of the bed allowed.
Twelve inches. And those twelve inches were possible only because she’d scooted to the edge of the bed. Gil’s broad shoulders took up more than his half of the bed. The temptation to press her body against his, resting her head on his shoulder, was almost overpowering.
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