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corner of her mouth tilting up. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
    Embarrassed heat rushed through him. Was it possible that she knew his thoughts? Did she know how badly he wanted to pull her down into the snow with him and beneath him? Beyond the pounding of his lustful heart, he could almost hear the sounds she would make, her sighs and moans and gasps of pleasure, while he lost himself in the heated clasp of her.
    Garrison cleared his throat. “Yes, that’s what I’d like to call it for now.
Wooing
is not such a bad word, is it?”
    She looked at him again, and it was as if she could see into him, through him. “Wooing? Really?”
    â€œYes. Definitely,” he said. “At least at first.” Garrison allowed the humor to surface in his voice. And a hint of his desire.
    Reyna made that same noise again but said nothing. She only kept walking while the snow fell in its silence around them, the quiet broken only by the sound of their footsteps in the white powder, the whisper of their breaths. Vapor streamed from her parted lips.
    He looked away from her mouth, deliberately distracting himself from thoughts of how good it would feel wrapped... He clenched his fist hard enough to stretch the thin leather gloves beneath his thicker snow gauntlets. Desperately, he thought of other things.
    At four in the morning, there was no one around but the two of them. Garrison could hear the far-off rumble of conversation perhaps near one of the outdoor hot tubs with a view of the mountains. From what his friend Wolfe had told him, people often used the cover of night to go skinny-dipping in the hot tubs, sit with the bubbling water up to their throats while the snow fell around them. That had little appeal for him.
    He barely tolerated the snow as it was. A born and bred Floridian, he’d only come to New York for college, then stayed after law school because he got a lucrative offer from a downtown firm. Fifteen years later, he was still in the city, but that didn’t make him hate the snow and the cold any less.
    At his side, Reyna held her face up to the sky. It was as if she’d forgotten he was there. She caught errant snowflakes on her tongue, her face a study in contentment while her lips glistened red with some sort of lip gloss. He wondered if she would taste sweet or spicy. Like strawberries or cinnamon.
    He forced his mind back to where it belonged.
    â€œI don’t know how you can stand this weather,” he said.
    She glanced briefly at him. “Then you should go back to your cabin.”
    â€œOh, no. I’m enjoying myself too much for that.”
    â€œI take it you’re not the type of man who takes no for an answer, then?” She arched an eyebrow at him under the snow.
    â€œNot in business. But I always listen when I hear it from a lady.”
    A doubting smile touched her red lips. “Do you?”
    â€œAbsolutely. I am thoroughly enjoying your company. But if you tell me to leave you alone, then I will.”
    She opened her mouth, perhaps to tell him just that, but then closed it without saying anything. Garrison walked with her for a few minutes in silence. He tracked her graceful steps, admiring the length of her legs even in the jeans that obviously had another layer underneath.
    â€œWhy are you up here anyway?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be in the city ruining some other woman’s life?”
    He winced. “It doesn’t quite work that way. And I have many women as clients.”
    â€œThen you’re ruining some men’s lives, too. Very equal opportunity of you.”
    Her words stung him more than he wanted to admit. Not just because they alluded to how much the divorce agreement had hurt her, but also because she clearly thought he hadn’t changed.
    â€œContrary to what you think, ruining lives is not the business I’m in.”
    â€œI’ll believe that when I see