that Tina was just unbalanced enough that she might come after them with a gun.
Shirley barely stepped through the apartment door before Lars grabbed her and kissed her hard. One hand went straight to her butt as he pulled her tight against him to show her just how serious he was. The other hand had dipped down the V at her throat to unerringly find a nipple and pinch it to a hard pulsing point.
Desire sent heat straight to her center. If she was going to die, she wanted it to be in Lars’s arms. She leaned back as his mouth dropped to her throat and began that familiar trip down to that magic spot he could always find.
At times like this, she didn’t care how dangerous what they were doing was.
CHAPTER FOUR
“FRED SAID HE’LL have to order the part,” Collin announced as he came into the café the next morning in a flurry of snowflakes. He joined Kate opposite her in the booth where she’d been waiting for him. “I talked to the rental-car agency. They’re paying for the repairs. They’d rather do that than try to get us another vehicle since they don’t have an office for hundreds of miles from here. So, we just have to wait until the part comes in tomorrow—if the highways haven’t closed because of the storm.”
She looked at him blankly.
“What?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“I’m waiting for the good news?” Outside, the snow continued to fall in a curtain of white. When it wasn’t piling up on every surface, it was blowing around to form giant sculpted drifts. The latest one was blocking most of the front window of the café. When she’d sat down, she’d felt a chill and noticed the ice on the inside of the window. Texas born and raised, she’d never experienced anything like this.
Through the condensed view of the window, she’d been watching a man about her age with a large shovel trying to clear the sidewalks along the short main street. She wondered why he bothered since the moment he scooped a pile of snow, it quickly piled up behind him again.
While waiting for Collin, she had sat watching the world outside the window. An older man had walked up to the man shoveling. They’d stood in the storm visiting before the man had crossed the street to disappear down a short alley. She’d noticed him fighting the wind and snow, curious about where he’d been going as the younger man went back to his shoveling.
That she’d spent so much time watching the two men told her just how bored she already was. It made her worry how long before they could leave here. She feared she was responsible for them being in Montana to start with because she’d foolishly said she’d never seen more than a skiff of snow and had always wanted to make a snow angel. Once the car was fixed, she was hoping to talk Collin into flying somewhere warm for the rest of their engagement trip.
Now as she listened to him relay the news, she realized that she didn’t need him to tell her that they might be snowed in here in this tiny town somewhere in Montana for the duration. She’d heard about the storm on the news this morning and the possible road closures. Apparently people really did get snowed in here.
Collin rubbed a hand over the back of his neck for a moment. “The good news,” he said as he picked up the menu lying on the table between them, “is that we aren’t out there broken down somewhere on the highway, because I’m hungry. Instead, we’re sitting in a warm café, and I smell bacon.”
She shook her head, losing some of her irritation at finding herself in the middle of Montana in a blizzard because of some offhand comment she’d made. This morning she’d promised herself that she was going to make the best of it. “Are you always like this?”
“Like what?” he asked, still considering the menu.
“So annoyingly positive for no good reason.” She laughed when she said it, taking some of the sting out of her words. It wasn’t his fault they were trapped here.
He peered at her over the top of the menu and seemed glad to see that at least she was smiling. He did have beautiful blue eyes. She was glad they weren’t brown like Danny’s had been. “No. I can be disagreeable when things don’t go my way.” The way he