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Rhyne closed the book and set it on the table beside her. She nestled her cold fingertips in the folds of her flannel nightgown.

“You’re freezing,” said Cole.

“Hardly.”

“Come over here and stand.”

She shook her head.

“But you’re shivering.”

She merely watched him, waiting.

“Could you be more stubborn?”

This time one corner of Rhyne’s mouth curled upward.

“Could you?”

Cole closed the distance between them so quickly that Rhyne had no time to catch her breath. It was just as well. He would have taken it away. Grasping her upper arms, he lifted her out of the chair. She couldn’t quite get her legs under her and she fell into him. He found her mouth while she was still trying to find her breath. His lips ground against hers. The heat that he’d abandoned at the stove was replaced by one that was entirely more satisfying …