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warmer.” He unzipped her bag and a pair of blue silk panties fell into his lap.
    â€œGabriel, stop,” she said, panicked. She bent over the seat and reached for her bag. Then her eyes fell on her panties and she snatched them off his crotch, her cheeks turning bright pink.
    But not before her fingertips accidentally brushed his cock.
Oh, God.
    â€œI’ll get my clothes myself.” She faced forward, reaching for the door handle.
    He latched onto her good shoulder and anchored her to the seat. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re not going out there, not without being properly dressed. I’ll turn your bag around so you can pull out what you need from where you are.”
    â€œFine.” She got on her knees and leaned over the seat.
    Before he shifted the bag, he reached for a dry pair of her socks to stick in his pocket, but his thumb got hooked on a black bra.
    Mortification once again swallowed her pretty face. She yanked her bra off his thumb. “You must stop handling my things.”
    She was so embarrassed. And so bloody cute about it. He’d never seen this side of her before. She’d always been so exact, restrained. And critical of him.
    It was bad form to enjoy himself at her expense. But to see her so out of her element . . .
    Not the in-control Emma now.
    He peeked over the top of her luggage. “Any sweatpants in there? You’ll need them.”
    â€œOf course not. Do I look like an aerobics instructor?” She rummaged some more. “But I do have jeans.” She yanked black jeans and a blue sweater from her luggage.
    â€œWhat about sensible shoes? Like heavy boots or at least wellies?” He saw other underthings—items he’d like to get a closer look at—but she pulled the lid away, blocking his prying eyes.
    â€œNo boots. I’ve been living in southern California, remember? Just heels, flip-flops, and tennis shoes.” She pulled out her sneakers and sat back down, speaking over her shoulder. “Close your eyes while I change. And don’t peek.”
    He shrugged. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
    â€œPlease, Gabriel.”
    He closed his eyes but wasn’t making any promises. His imagination went into overdrive.
    Isn’t that the way of things?
As soon as a man decides he wants to live a more principled life, temptation is dropped into his lap. Literally. Her silk lace panties, lying there as they had, lit up his brain and other regions like high-wattage bulbs.
    Sure, he was trying to change his past ways, but he wasn’t
neutered
.
    He heard her shuffling in the front seat and grunting.
    â€œNeed help with the zipper on that skirt?” He shouldn’t have offered, but tomorrow he’d go back to working on being a gentleman.
    â€œI’ve got it,” she said in a strained voice.
    He grinned at the images popping into his head. He did keep his eyes closed, though. For now.
    He finally heard the zipper go down on her skirt.
    Heard the sweater go over her head.
    God, this is torture.
    Heard her wriggle into her jeans.
    He opened his eyes and found her big green eyes staring back from the visor mirror. He’d never seen eyes like hers.
    â€œI knew it,” she said, her glare turning dark again. “I knew you would break your promise.”
    â€œSweetheart, I never promised you a damned thing.”
    She huffed while pulling up the zipper on her jeans.
    He grinned at her reflection. “Hurry up and get your shoes on. Our objective is the top of that hill.” He held up her extra socks. “You’ll put these on when we get there.” He shoved them in his pocket. He wished like hell he had a sled so he could drag her up the hill.
    She gazed back at him. “What about you? Will you be warm enough? Your head is naked.”
    â€œI’m a Scot. This is only a wee chill to me.” He gave her a confident smile, trying to