Snowed In. Cassie Miles

      He released her hand and faced forward, staring through the windshield. “You know, those boys who pulled your pigtails only wanted you to notice them.”

      “Is that what you want?”

      A breathless quality in her voice caught his attention, and he turned toward her. “Maybe.”

      Her left hand stroked his cheek. She maneuvered closer. Her gaze fastened to his mouth. Inches away from him, her right hand climbed his chest to his throat then his jaw. Gently, she caressed his cheek. Her eyes sent a message as though she wanted to kiss him. Instead, she pinched his nose between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed twice. “Honk, honk.”

      Before he could react, she was out of the van. Pacing around to the front, she laughed and said, “Never tease me twice.”