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.If she closedher eyes long enough, she could almost see the resignation in his handsome face.Oh, God, this waskilling her.All she wanted was to tell him she was sorry and promise to arrive on the next flight out. I have to go.I m expecting a client to call. Wait! Just& wait a minute.You aren t in the room we stayed in, are you? No. She could hardly look at that door without bursting into tears.Since she d hung up Saturdaynight, she d locked herself up in here, where the memories lingered, but didn t threaten to suffocateher. I m in the old room. Did it snow last night? Yes.It s snowing now.What do you want? His voice lowered to an intimate tone. Did you think of me? An anguished whimper worked its way up her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight.Still, shecouldn t stop the honesty from tumbling free. I always think of you. A heavy beat of silence fell between them.The sound of his breathing filled her ears, along with therush of wind.She couldn t help but ask, Is it snowing where you are? Yes, he answered quietly. I miss you. Oh, God.Tears pricked her eyes. Don t& she whispered. I need you to do me a favor, beautiful. Thick with emotion, his voice was little more than a rasp. What? I think I left something important in that bedroom.Would you mind to look? No, no, no& she couldn t walk in there if she intended to sleep at night.All she d see was his bigstrong body gliding against hers, his mouth and hands ushering her into ecstasy.She d feel his breathagainst the back of her neck, and her ears would fill with the sound of his hoarse voice as hewhispered, I love you. Please? he prompted when she didn t immediately answer.Her stomach began to quiver.She swallowed hard and slid off the foot of her bed. I m going. Ifhe d left something behind, common courtesy demanded she send it to him.It belonged to him, afterall.Time passed like molasses as she made her way down the hall.He said nothing, his silence addingto her rising tension.In and out.Don t look around.Cassie shoved the door open. Okay, I m here.Where? What am I looking for? Over by the window. She moved to the wide glass pane that overlooked the hills in her back yard.They d left thecurtains open the last morning he was here, snuggling as they watched the distant skiers coast up themountain on the lift.Her heart twisted.She avoided looking at the sleigh style bed and the fireplace,fixed her gaze on the parted curtains, and stopped in front of the ottoman chair.She d set that chair infront of the window, always intending to have a cozy place to read.Now, this last week guaranteedshe would never use that chair.Her gaze dropped to the carpet. What am I looking for? I m pretty sure it was over by the ottoman.It s& he paused. Blue.Like your robe.Look down. Ugh, he was torturing her.She pulled the robe in mention about her more tightly and looked down ather feet. What is it, Brad? What am I looking for? Aw hell, I m no good at this. Frustration filled his voice.She pulled the phone away from her ear and squinted at it, puzzled.Lifting it once more to her ear,she asked, Are you okay? You sound& off. It s you, Cassie.Look out the window. Cassie blinked.What the&Drawn by a force greater than herself, she moved closer to the glass and set a hand on the coldpane.A gasp broke loose.In the next heartbeat, her eyes filled with tears.Tiny tea lights lit up hersnow-covered lawn in the shape of a heart.He d positioned them so she couldn t see the soft glowfrom her old bedroom.Their delicate flames danced in the stirring breeze and illuminated words he dwritten into the fresh snow.Be Mine.Brad stood beside the romantic display, one hand lifted as heheld his phone to his ear.She clutched her cell tightly as tears spilled over. Oh, Brad. The brownie.Do you remember? Smiling, she nodded. From our dessert.I remember. Her voice broke, and she gave into a chokedsob. Can I come in, sweetheart? Crying freely now, Cassie dropped onto the edge of the bed.A hoarse laugh escaped. I can t makeit down the stairs. I ll come to you. Chapter Thirty-oneHe d been standing in the snow for close to an hour, but as Brad bounded up Cassie s stairs, takingthem two at a time, the chill fell away from his shoulders.His hair was wet, his clothes were soaked,but he was& home.Yeah, home.He slowed his frantic steps at the door and entered
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