Wild in the Moment by Jennifer Greene Read Free Book Online

the stranger. She was in the middle of a blizzard. Damn, had she ever kissed the stranger. The fire was still going strong, ashes piled deep and glowing, fresh fed fairly recently—by someone who wasn’t her. She’d not only kissed the strangerlying next to her, she’d come on to him like a fresh-freed nun. Her family was all out of town; she was broke as a church mouse; her entire life was in shambles. She seemed to be still wrapped around Teague Larson as if they were glued at the hip and pelvis.
    And it was his cell phone ringing, demanding someone get up.
    She pushed out of the blankets, had the cold air slap at her skin and decided that a girl only needed so much reality.
    â€œYeah,” she snapped at the sheriff when she finally grabbed Teague’s cell phone in the kitchen. “I’m well aware the power’s off, George. I’m going to look this morning to see if I can get the Cunninghams’ generator going. If I can’t, then I’ll bring in the wood from their garage. No, I don’t know how my patient’s doing….”
    Blah, blah, blah. Twenty-three inches of snow. Still snowing, not as hard, but big winds, some six-and seven-foot drifts. The town was busted except for absolute emergencies for a few days. Like everyone in Vermont couldn’t guess the day’s news report?
    She yawned, then waited until she could get a word in. “All right, all right. So we’re not on a level of heart attacks and babies being born. But Teague really was hit hard on the head. And I know his ankle’s hurt. You keep us on the rescue list, you hear? And, yeah, I’ll check in a little later today, so you know how we’re doing.”
    As she walked back in the living room, she reminded herself to contact her parents and sisters pretty quickly. They didn’t know she was back home in White Hills. She also hadn’t told them the whole story of her divorce from Jean-Luc, but that was a different issue. The onlyimmediate problem was if they tried to reach her in France and couldn’t, they’d worry.
    She raked a hand through her sleep-tumbled hair, her mind still galloping a zillion miles an hour, then stopped dead.
    So did Teague.
    For some unknown reason he was on his hands and knees, emerging from the back of the couch like a little kid playing hide-and-seek—at least until she spotted him. Or he spotted her. Whichever came first, both of them seemed to freeze in unison.
    Daisy didn’t move, but her pulse suddenly lunged—just as it had last night when she’d touched him. When she’d judiciously crawled under the blankets with him to conserve heat. When she’d extremely unjudiciously started running her hands all over the man. It was as if someone had taken over her mind. How else could she explain how this confounding man had her hormones in such a buzz?
    â€œWhat are we doing?” she asked tactfully, since he didn’t seem to be moving from his crawling position.
    â€œI was looking for something behind the couch.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œI dropped something out of my pocket last night. A key. It’s not like I needed it this minute, but when I realized it was missing, I thought I’d better find it before I forgot—”
    She cut to the chase. “Your ankle is that bad? You can’t walk on it at all?”
    He scowled at her. He had no way of knowing that she’d been lied to by the best. Her ex could lie to the Pope on Easter and look innocent.
    â€œI can walk on it,” Teague said irritably.
    â€œI’ll tell you what,” she said. “You crawl to thebathroom—in fact, we’ll call that your bathroom for the duration. I’ll use the one upstairs. No more showers or cleaning up for either of us, though, until the power goes back on, okay? But the point is—”
    â€œThere’s a point coming?”
    â€œThe point is, I’ll try and rig you up some