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“Stay.”

He sounded rusty, as if he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted. He tried again. “Talk to me. Tell me about…” What? Her life? What she expected the “right” man to be like? “A movie. I haven’t been to one in a long time. What’s the last one you went to?”

Fiona relaxed, as he’d hoped she would. While he measured sugar, she told him about a thriller with a huge budget, big stars and an unlikely plot.

They hadn’t even been there twenty-four hours.

How, in such a short time, had he got to the point where he had a thought like I need her? He hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t touched her beyond a hand on the shoulder, didn’t know that she felt anything at all for him.

He didn’t need her. That had been a ridiculous thought. But he wouldn’t mind if snow kept falling for another day or two.