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I gritted my teeth and moved a little quicker so I could get some space from her.

It was just biological. I hadn’t been near anyone in a damn long time, let alone a woman who smelled like sunny mornings and soft sheets.

She got me through the door and I stopped her. “I got it.”

“You sure?”

“You want to hold my dick for me?”

Her green eyes flashed. “Jackass.”

I closed the door in her face.

It would be better if she stormed off. I could get to my bed on my own at least.

I did my business and hobbled to the sink to wash my hands. Christ, I looked like shit. My hair was curly when I didn’t cut it regularly and now it stuck up all around my gaunt face.

I dragged my palm across my bearded cheek which was just as long as my fucking hair. I looked like I was trying out for a Fleetwood Mac tribute band.

Disgusted, I shut off the light and limped to the door.

She was still in my room. She’d gotten the blanket off the couch and was remaking my bed.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Considering I can’t see across the road between our houses, you’ll have to deal with me for a few more hours until Dylan and his brothers plow me out. Lucky for you, they’re pretty early.”

I grunted.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I frowned. “No you won’t.”

“Won’t I?” Her chin lifted.

“I don’t even know where my other blankets are. Hell, I probably only have a useless cotton one. I’m from freaking San Francisco.”

“I can just stoke the fireplace.”

“Get in the bed, Phoebe.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“It’s a king-sized bed. Plenty of room.”

She glanced at the bed, then at me.

“You were just sleeping on me in the living room. Obviously you aren’t afraid of me.”

I didn’t want to think about that warmth and contentment. It was so foreign at this point, I couldn’t be sure it was real.

“ShouldI be afraid of you?”

Yes.

The word wanted to explode out of me. Not because I’d physically hurt her, but because I was a black hole of anger and not good for anyone to be around.

If there wasn’t a foot of snow obscuring the road between us, I’d have sent her home in her ridiculous pajamas with the damn dog.