Page 28 of Unwrapping Love

“Your first interaction with me wasn’t calm.”

“Saylor,” he said, his voice lower. “Cut yourself some slack. It was a stressful situation and understandable. Considering the conditions and the state of emergency of Denver right now, you had every right to fight to get that second bag of your supplies.”

“Thank you for that. I just didn’t have stuff at my grandmother’s either. One bag had enough for my time there, but any diabetic will tell you to pack double what you need. Podsand sensors fail or fall off all the time. You can’t just assume you’ll be fine without backups.”

He never thought of that before, but she lived it and would know.

In his mind, she was still more composed than others might have been.

“I picture you the type that is always prepared, which I hope you take as a compliment.”

“Of course.I’msounding boring now.”

He laughed. “You’re a decent hugger too. You’re very attractive. I like the way you fill out those leggings and how you appreciate a glass of excellent wine.”

Her face got a nice pink hue to it.

“If we are going there, you fill out a pair of jeans pretty well.”

He put his hand out palm up to see what she’d do.

She slapped hers in it and he grabbed it, then yanked her closer. She didn’t protest and settled under his arm.

He needed to touch her again but wouldn’t do anything more than this.

The last thing he wanted to do was scare her when they were here alone with no way out.

But he was getting alarmed himself at what she made him feel.

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MORE THAN TEMPTED

Saylor rolled over in the comfortable bed and tried to gather her bearings.

She looked out the window, saw the snow falling hard, and snuggled in some more.

Everything slammed back into her head, a collision of epic emotions.

It was hard to believe she’d known Rowan less than twenty-four hours but felt like they’d been in each other’s lives for years.

Not only was he familiar with diabetes, but he also asked her more questions, then worried he had offended her with his interest.

She’d dated men for months that knew less about her than Rowan did.

They’d talked about so much last night. Not just their lives, but things they enjoyed.

If it had been a date, she’d rank it a fifteen out of ten.

From his boyish grin, the impish look in his eyes when words spilled out of his mouth and he wondered if he should have taken it back, to the sex appeal oozing out of his skin.

Sitting under his arm after the phone calls to family made her want to stay rooted to the couch for days.

The way the snow was falling on top of all the ice told her that might actually happen.

Her stomach was grumbling and she realized there was a scent in the air.

Was that bacon?