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felt warmth between
her legs and clamped them together in the hopes of stopping her
growing desire, but the maneuver had the opposite effect.
    His thumb found her peak through her thin
cashmere sweater, pressed against and circled it at the same time
as faint sounds of voices drifted to her ears. She groaned, lifting
the fog of passion enough to discern people were coming toward the
car, calling to them. The voices kept getting louder.
    "Grey…" she muttered, attempting to control
her breathing.
    At the sound of her voice, he withdrew from
her, removing his hand, his lips, his tongue, leaving a sudden
coolness on her skin. When her eyes met his she could see heat and
knew he also wanted to take their make-out session to the next
level.
    "If we don't stop now, I won't be able to get
out of the car…" he whispered.
    Carrie withdrew from him, moving back into
her seat when she heard…
    "…making out like a couple of teenagers…never
know they're engaged…"
    Carrie turned her head toward her window and
spied Colin's face on the other side. Instinctively she closed her
jacket to hide her hard nipples the same way she did in high
school. Her cheeks colored at being discovered.
    Right behind him was Jenna, Grey's jacketless
younger sister, flapping her arms around her chest in an effort to
ward off the cold, giggling as she came up behind Colin. Carrie
looked back at Grey one more time. He was grinning at her as he
turned the ignition off, his eyes glistening with raw desire. He
leaned over, took her chin in his hand and planted a final kiss on
her nose. She touched her palm to his cheek then opened the car
door.
    "I wish we could have had fifteen more
minutes alone," he whispered.
    Carrie chuckled as she placed one foot
outside the door onto the frozen ground.
    Colin extended his hand to help Carrie out of
the car. When Grey punched the trunk release, the flap flew open
and the four buzzed about the luggage. The gifts were wrapped and
placed carefully in shopping bags sporting logos from Bergdorf
Goodman, Paul Stuart, Tiffany and Sak's Fifth Avenue. Two weekend
bags, one in black and one in red were nestled snugly in the small
trunk. Carrie took two bags of gifts and Jenna took the other two,
leaving the heavier luggage for Colin and Grey.
    "Not packing together in one suitcase yet,
eh?"
    Carrie and Grey exchanged a glance.
    "Is that in the vows, Jenna? For better, for
worse and to share one suitcase?" Grey asked, cocking an
eyebrow.
    Jenna shoved him in the shoulder as they
headed toward the front door. The sound of dogs barking grew louder
as they approached the house.
    "Daisy and Buster have been waiting for you,"
Jenna teased her brother.
    When the front door opened, two pugs raced
out the door, heading directly for Grey. They jumped up on his leg
woofing and pawing at him. He dropped down on one knee petting
first Daisy then Buster, and then Daisy again. Buster managed to
jump high enough to lick his face. Carrie stopped to greet the
dogs, too, running her hands through their soft tan fur. Wide pug
grins took over their faces and their curled tails wagged at a
furious pace.
    Fran waited to the left in the open doorway.
She wore a red, green and gold apron fastened around her waist. Her
husband, John, stood behind her, raising one hand to wave, resting
the other on Fran's shoulder. Barbara, the oldest, stood to the
right of the doorway, peeking around. Grey smiled broadly at them
and raised his hand in a return wave.
    Grey stood up, waving the dogs back into the
house. John Andrews clicked his tongue and the two pugs picked up
their ears. He clapped his hands and the dogs ran back to the house
with Grey and Carrie following. Carrie was enveloped first in
Fran's arms for a hug. Each family member gave her a hug, then
moved on to Grey. John eased everyone inside so he could close the
door.
    "I'm not paying to heat the outdoors. Get
your butts in here," he said, putting his hand on Grey's shoulder.
"Glad to see you,