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how long . But since he had no idea when that might be, he was unable to predict the weather with any certainty, either.
    He glanced out the window again. A total whiteout. He smiled and shook his head. That damn man knew what he was doing. How he had predicted Zephyr was the true mate of Adonia, a woman Jack had never even met, was beyond him. But, Zephyr had never been a man to question the powers of Mr. Frost.
    “Would you like me to cook something?” He needed to move. He was growing antsy. As he stood, she turned around.
    “You cook?”
    “Of course. I love to cook. And I love to feed women even more.” Now why did I have to go and say something like that?
    She didn’t comment. In fact, she moved to the other side of the fireplace to keep her distance as far as possible. While her gaze was lowered to the flames, he took in her frame from the side. She was curvy, even though she was barely a hundred pounds wet, he imagined. Her breasts sat on the top of her crossed arms, small and high and firm beneath the sweater. He was dying to know what she wore under the woven material.
    Instead, he whipped his gaze toward the small kitchen area and headed that way. The accommodations were sparse. A small fridge sat between a sink and a stove/oven combination. Remembering where he’d seen things the first time he’d searched her kitchenette, he set to work preparing a meal. It would keep him occupied, and food always comforted people.
    When he opened a small closet he’d not investigated before, he found a second door behind the first. “What’s this?” he asked as he pulled the lever.
    “A freezer.” She chuckled, and her voice rang in his ears. He wanted to hear more of that.
    He turned toward her and smiled as he realized what he’d opened. The enclosure was really a door to the outside. It was protected from behind by a thin Plexiglas that would allow the cold air in but keep uninvited animals from chowing down on the supplies. “Ingenious.”
    While Zephyr worked, Adonia moved toward the table and sat. “I’m not that hungry.”
    He glanced at her from the stove. “You will be.” He had confidence in his ability to make her mouth water. And he prayed the smell of food would cut down on the smell of woman permeating his every breath.
    While meat simmered in a pan, he cut up vegetables. A stew would be perfect. It would take a while to cook and fill the cabin with its richness.
    “What’s he like?”
    Her father, of course. “He’s tall. Overbearing, I’d say. His smile is genuine, and he makes everyone laugh.”
    “Including exiled bastard children?” She sounded forlorn, angry.
    He stirred the stew and set the lid on top. When he sat across the table from her once again, he continued. “He’s a good man. You’ll like him.”
    “I’ve no intention of ever meeting him,” she retorted. She looked down at her hands and wrung them together on the table.
    “I’m not an ass, you know. I promise I won’t be carrying you from here over my shoulder kicking and screaming. However, I’m serious about this storm. It’s not going to abate on its own. Even your mother won’t be able to return until we make it stop.”
    Adonia stiffened. She stopped fidgeting and laid her palms flat against the table. “You play dirty.”
    “I’m not trying to play you. Just stating the facts.” Okay, maybe I am trying to play just a little . Anything that would move him closer toward mating was a weapon he might be willing to use.
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    “So, how does this mating work?” Adonia lifted her gaze. She felt defeated, worn down by the smooth-talking snow wolf currently filling her entire cabin with his…damn perfection. The man was sexy, cute, funny, smart, hardworking, and he could cook. Ugh.
    He swallowed.
    Good. She like him a little flustered.
    “You mean the logistics?”
    She smiled at that. It would be super rich if she made him spell out the details about the birds and the bees, but she thought it might be