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“If I weren’t a gentleman, this would be the opportunity for me to say I could help keep you warm.”
Оглавление“You’re not a gentleman,” she replied with a nervous giggle.
He had walked up to the circle of pines and was using one foot to scrape the pine needles into a pile. “You’d better hope I’m a gentleman, Hannah Forrester, because it’s going to be one hell of a long night.”
Something in his voice told her that he was not teasing. She walked timidly toward him and began to push the needles from the other side of the “bed.”
“So are you, or aren’t you?” she asked softly.
“A gentleman?”
She nodded.
He squinted to see her better in the dark. He spoke slowly. “I…don’t think so…”
