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I blushed and turned my gaze to the fire. "So what about you and the end of that mountain trail? The Mrs. Frosting Queen didn't want to come up here with you?"
"She would if I had one, but I'm still cooking for myself," he told me.
"So no wife?"
"No wife. Not even a dog."
I looked back to him and noticed his gaze was focused on into the fire. There was melancholy in the depths of those beautiful eyes. "The ladies must be falling all over you," I mused.
He pursed his lips and nodded. "Yes. They fall down hoping they'll trip me into matrimony, but I've seen enough vipers to know a snake when it slithers up to me." He shook himself and turned to me with a smile. "But here I am moaning about my lot in life when I've got a lot to be grateful for."
I shrugged and sipped on my coffee. "Loneliness knows no tax bracket. Besides, I'm sure you'll find some girl not out to get your riches, you just have to look past the gold-diggers."
He paused an his eyes swept over me with that careful, penetrating gaze of his. I could see how he could command enough respect to build a frosting empire. "I might just follow your advice."
"Of course you should. It's my advice, and as you know I am never wrong," I quipped to cover up my nervousness.
He chuckled. "That's a conversation always best left for another time. Right now I think we should get to bed."
"Flip you for the bed and couch?" I teased.
He set his coffee mug on a small table in front of the couch and shook his head. "No. As gallant as I should be with the bed I think we should sleep together."
My eyes bulged out of my head. "S-sleep together?"
"Yes, for the body heat. That fire won't stay lit all night and this cabin will probably feel colder than outside. We should gather our body heat to avoid much loss, as they say in business," he explained.
"Oh! The body heat! Right! I know that!" I twittered. I juggled my coffee mug between my shaking hands and finally set it on the coffee table. "So, um, we go to bed now?"
"Unless you want to keep talking about our love lives," he teased.
"Right. Bed it is."
I jumped to my feet and looked down at myself. I still wore my jeans and shirt. "I think I'll just stay in these clothes."
"If you want. I'm sure our combined body heat and some dusted blankets will let you wear anything you want. Or nothing," he mused.
"I-I'm fine. Who gets the wall?"
"I will," he offered.
Frost stood and grabbed a few blankets that lay over the couch. He stepped outside and gave them a good shake to dust them. The blankets were spread over the bed with its single mattress and wood frame. Frost removed his shoes and coat, and climbed under the blankets.
I stood off to the side and smiled at how he looked tucked under so many layers. "How's the water?" I teased.
"Warm. Come on in," he returned.
I took off my shoes and socks, and slipped under the covers. The bed was too narrow to avoid touching him, but I tried my best to lean over the side without falling off. "Very comfortable," I agreed as I clung to the wooden side boards.
"You'll fall out that way," he scolded me.
"I'm fine-hey!" He'd wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back against his chest. "Let go! I was fine!"
"You were not fine and you're as stiff as a board. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he assured me.
I squirmed in his arms. "That's what all the crazed murderers say right before they try to ax the heroine!" I protested.
"Yes, but I'm the hero, remember? The murderer doesn't save their intended victim from a snow-bound car," he reminded me.
