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rescue mission, and the cold, rendering him harmless by freezing his balls off, might be to her advantage. If he was too cold to flirt with her on their return trip to the lodge, quite possibly London would get him to his room and then get out of there without doing anything she would most definitely regret.
    “I think I found it.” Marc pulled his bare hand out of a small snowdrift next to him and held up something for her to see. “Yup. Got it. Let’s get out of here.” He stood, rubbing the phone on his jeans, “Thanks for helping me look, and for coming out here and rescuing my crazy ass.”
    “You’re definitely giving that impression,” she said, shaking her head at him as she studied how red his bare skin was. “I swear you’re going to be hurting from your skin being exposed to this bitter wind for this long. You really don’t know much about cold weather, do you?”
    “We don’t get a lot of snow in L.A.” He reached for her, placing his hand on her back as if she were the one who needed assistance working her way around his car to her Jeep. “But I’m a quick learner. I’ll zip up next time,” he offered, as his hand moved, pulling her hair under her hood and causing a slight pinch against her scalp.
    When Marc looked at his car, London remained next to him, all too aware of his hand on her, but stared at his half-buried car, as he did.
    “That’s a nice-looking Mustang,” she offered, guessing his thoughts. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
    “I hate leaving it on the side of the road alone,” he said, his voice softer, almost compassionate.
    She glanced up at him, but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t shaking, or reacting at all to the cold. She imagined cuddling into his large body and how hot it would be. Then giving herself a firm, mental scolding, she forced her attention to his Mustang. It was a metallic red, looked to be in mint condition, with two black stripes going down the middle. It was an all-male, rough-and-ready type of muscle car. Fast and dangerous—probably just like its owner.
    “Okay. Let’s go.”
    When Marc slid his hand up her back to her shoulder, the pressure she’d endured earlier deep inside her suddenly swelled to dangerous levels. She hit a slick spot and he tightened his grip, pulling her against him as he wrapped his muscular arm around the back of her shoulders. Pulling her against him didn’t help matters at all. Even with his thick down coat covering his large torso, London could feel every inch of hard, packed muscle brush against her. It was almost impossible to see from the blowing snow, but if she could, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind she’d be able to watch snow melt underneath them as they walked to her Jeep. The heat roaring to life inside her was intense enough to ignite into flame.
    London’s Jeep seemed a lot smaller with Marc sitting shotgun. Even after he scooted his seat back as far as it went, his long legs still appeared cramped. She peeled off her gloves and pushed her hood off her head.
    “I owe you big-time for this,” he told her, watching her when she managed to turn her Jeep around on the road and started back to the lodge. “Did I keep you from any plans you had this evening? I hope you contacted anyone who might be waiting for you at home.”
    London would have guessed every line out of his mouth to be smooth and polished. He was doing a lousy job of fishing to find out if she was single.
    She reminded herself that, in spite of being larger than life and sexy enough she wanted to cry from the need building inside her, Marc was just a man. He had no more power than what she allowed him to have. “I was scheduled to work this evening,” she reminded him.
    “I have to repay you somehow.”
    “Don’t drive in snowstorms anymore.”
    Marc laughed. “Have you had supper?”
    “I’m not sure the kitchen will still be open by the time we get you to the lodge.” She glanced at the clock on her dash, surprised it was as late