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I throw my arms around him.

“You’re a lifesaver!”

He goes rigid.

For half a second, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.

Then his arms close around my waist.

Strong.

Warm.

Dangerously familiar.

“Careful, Pumpkin,” he murmurs against my hair. “Keep throwing yourself at me like that, and I’m gonna start getting ideas.”

I pull back.

“You already have ideas.”

“Filthy ones.”

“Shocking.”

“Want me to tell you?”

My stomach flips.

“No.”

“Liar.”

I smack his chest.

He catches my hand and grins.

Actually grins.

It’s brief, but I see it.

And God help me, I want to make him do it again.

An hour later, the storm has turned downright biblical.

Grayson is standing beside my car, staring at his phone.

“Road’s blocked.”

“What?”

“Big pine came down across Mountain View. County’s got crews out, but they won’t clear it until morning.”

I peer at his screen.

The road to my little house is completely blocked.

“Great. I’ll sleep here.”