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had still been sifting down and the window felt icy. Gwen did not approve of snow after
Easter. She wasn't sure she approved of it at any time. The darned stuff was cold.
But there were compensations. It was cold out there, but inside, she was snug and warm.
No more cold feet. Though she hadn't broken down and bought slippers, she had picked
up several pairs of thick socks before returning to Highpoint. She was wearing a pair
now, along with new wool slacks and a cherry-red sweater. A fire crackled merrily in the
fireplace & andDuncanwas with her.
She hadn't been sure he would be. Oh, evenDuncanwouldn't go running in this weather,
but she'd been afraid he might vanish into his room. She'd asked him to build a fire in the
fireplace. He'd given her a long, level look, then nodded and headed for the living room.
She'd dug up the game and made sandwiches, which they'd eaten off paper plates, sitting
on the floor by the fire while they made every effort to destroy each other at Monopoly.
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It was like other nights she'd spent here. It was completely different. They were alone in
the house. And now she knew beyond any doubt that he wanted her.
What else he felt, she had no idea.
Firelight loved him, she thought, watching the subtle dance of shadows over his face. He
had beautiful cheekbones. Not sharp like some starving male model, but high and clearly
drawn. There was strain around his eyes, but his mouth was relaxed. Not quite smiling,
but easy.
"Hey, you going to hang on to those dice all night?"
She flushed. "It's my new strategy. Not letting you roll." She put the dice on the board
near him. They were both being careful. No touching.
"Ha!" she cried when he landed onMarvinGardens. "Pay up."
They were dealing with this just fine. Maybe another kind of excitement simmered
beneath the thrill of seeing her opponent land on the hotel she'd just bought for that space,
but she was a big girl. She knew right from wrong. She wouldn'tdo anything, and neither
would he.
He put the play money into her outstretched hand. Their fingers didn't touch. "I should
have let you stay with your strategy. If I don't roll, I don't land on any of your hotels."
"You're right. I need a new strategy." She rolled. "Where did you get that scar?"
"Which one?"
"Here." She touched her own cheekbone, not his. "It's shaped like a little sickle."
"That's where Annie clobbered me with a golf club."
"Shewhat?"
He told her about the time he and Charlie and their sister had decided to create their own
golf course out back, and how he'd ended up needing stitches because he'd been standing
too close to her backswing. She listened and chuckled and watched his hands. And ached.
It was getting harder to ignore the restless energy skimming along just under the surface
of her skin.We don't have to wait forever , she reminded herself. Tomorrow she'd start
looking for a place to stay.
Fortunately he was doing a better job of suppressing all that teeming lust than she was.
She had to smile ruefully at the thought. Itwas fortunate. Not flattering, but fortunate.
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He raised his brows. "When you smile like that, I think I should count my money just to
be sure."
"Nonsense. I don't have to resort to theft to win." She moved her marker the shoe
missed his railroad and smirked. "See?"
"You do like winning, don'tyou. "
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm disgustingly competitive. I don't know how much of that is
nurture, how much is nature, but the plain fact is, I hate to lose. To fail. When I found out
I had cancer, I felt like I'd failed in some way. Oh, good grief." She shook her head and
reached for the dice. "Listen to me. Sometimes I drag every subject back to cancer, as if
everything revolved around it, and that is not a healthy way to live. It's a bore for
everyone else, too. I'm sorry. I shouldn't "
"Gwen." His hand closed over hers, preventing her from rolling the dice. "Shut up."
His touch startled her as much as his words. Her eyes flew to his.
He pulled his hand back. "Don't censor what you say to me. For God's sake, do you
honestly think you bore me when you talk about your cancer?"
Nervously she licked her lips. "Some people feel that the cancer is in the past, that I
should leave it there. And probably I should. I don't want it to define me."
"But you're still finding your forward, aren't you? You don't have yourself figured out
yet." He paused. "You just came back from burying a friend."
"Yes." She ducked her head. The little metal shoe was still in her hand. She turned it
over, studying the tiny marker as if it held answers. "I've tried to do everything right. I
researched the disease, participated in the decisions made for my treatment, changed my
diet. I even learned to meditate. Well, sort of. I'm not very good at it yet, but meditation is
something I can do to help myself, so I'm working on it. Only& "
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had still been sifting down and the window felt icy. Gwen did not approve of snow after
Easter. She wasn't sure she approved of it at any time. The darned stuff was cold.
But there were compensations. It was cold out there, but inside, she was snug and warm.
No more cold feet. Though she hadn't broken down and bought slippers, she had picked
up several pairs of thick socks before returning to Highpoint. She was wearing a pair
now, along with new wool slacks and a cherry-red sweater. A fire crackled merrily in the
fireplace & andDuncanwas with her.
She hadn't been sure he would be. Oh, evenDuncanwouldn't go running in this weather,
but she'd been afraid he might vanish into his room. She'd asked him to build a fire in the
fireplace. He'd given her a long, level look, then nodded and headed for the living room.
She'd dug up the game and made sandwiches, which they'd eaten off paper plates, sitting
on the floor by the fire while they made every effort to destroy each other at Monopoly.
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It was like other nights she'd spent here. It was completely different. They were alone in
the house. And now she knew beyond any doubt that he wanted her.
What else he felt, she had no idea.
Firelight loved him, she thought, watching the subtle dance of shadows over his face. He
had beautiful cheekbones. Not sharp like some starving male model, but high and clearly
drawn. There was strain around his eyes, but his mouth was relaxed. Not quite smiling,
but easy.
"Hey, you going to hang on to those dice all night?"
She flushed. "It's my new strategy. Not letting you roll." She put the dice on the board
near him. They were both being careful. No touching.
"Ha!" she cried when he landed onMarvinGardens. "Pay up."
They were dealing with this just fine. Maybe another kind of excitement simmered
beneath the thrill of seeing her opponent land on the hotel she'd just bought for that space,
but she was a big girl. She knew right from wrong. She wouldn'tdo anything, and neither
would he.
He put the play money into her outstretched hand. Their fingers didn't touch. "I should
have let you stay with your strategy. If I don't roll, I don't land on any of your hotels."
"You're right. I need a new strategy." She rolled. "Where did you get that scar?"
"Which one?"
"Here." She touched her own cheekbone, not his. "It's shaped like a little sickle."
"That's where Annie clobbered me with a golf club."
"Shewhat?"
He told her about the time he and Charlie and their sister had decided to create their own
golf course out back, and how he'd ended up needing stitches because he'd been standing
too close to her backswing. She listened and chuckled and watched his hands. And ached.
It was getting harder to ignore the restless energy skimming along just under the surface
of her skin.We don't have to wait forever , she reminded herself. Tomorrow she'd start
looking for a place to stay.
Fortunately he was doing a better job of suppressing all that teeming lust than she was.
She had to smile ruefully at the thought. Itwas fortunate. Not flattering, but fortunate.
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He raised his brows. "When you smile like that, I think I should count my money just to
be sure."
"Nonsense. I don't have to resort to theft to win." She moved her marker the shoe
missed his railroad and smirked. "See?"
"You do like winning, don'tyou. "
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm disgustingly competitive. I don't know how much of that is
nurture, how much is nature, but the plain fact is, I hate to lose. To fail. When I found out
I had cancer, I felt like I'd failed in some way. Oh, good grief." She shook her head and
reached for the dice. "Listen to me. Sometimes I drag every subject back to cancer, as if
everything revolved around it, and that is not a healthy way to live. It's a bore for
everyone else, too. I'm sorry. I shouldn't "
"Gwen." His hand closed over hers, preventing her from rolling the dice. "Shut up."
His touch startled her as much as his words. Her eyes flew to his.
He pulled his hand back. "Don't censor what you say to me. For God's sake, do you
honestly think you bore me when you talk about your cancer?"
Nervously she licked her lips. "Some people feel that the cancer is in the past, that I
should leave it there. And probably I should. I don't want it to define me."
"But you're still finding your forward, aren't you? You don't have yourself figured out
yet." He paused. "You just came back from burying a friend."
"Yes." She ducked her head. The little metal shoe was still in her hand. She turned it
over, studying the tiny marker as if it held answers. "I've tried to do everything right. I
researched the disease, participated in the decisions made for my treatment, changed my
diet. I even learned to meditate. Well, sort of. I'm not very good at it yet, but meditation is
something I can do to help myself, so I'm working on it. Only& "
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