tweed vest granted him an astute, teacherly vibe, which, when added to the smoldering dark looks, Eryss found intriguing.
“I’m from Santa Cruz, about an hour from San Francisco. I’m afraid the tan is a permanent condition. And I had to buy a warm coat in the Minneapolis airport after I’d arrived. Can you believe I’ve never experienced snow before? And I’m a geologist.”
“You’ll be baptized by fire, or rather ice, here in Minnesota. What branch of geology?”
“Geochemistry. Which means I really like rocks. But I also dabble in botany and anthropological genetics. I like to have options.”
“I guess you do. I like rocks and plants. Genetics is beyond my grasp.”
“It’s my weakest field of study. But the little I know tells me that you had at least one blue-eyed parent to be sporting the color yourself. Gorgeous.”
Eryss parted her lips to speak, but then couldn’t think of a thing to say. He smiled a little when she caught him staring into her eyes. It was a flirtatious moment that made her giggle.
“So what are you dressed as tonight?” she asked.
“I didn’t have time for a costume. Gladiola Stuart told me about the party earlier. I guess you could say I’m a scientist.”
Eryss purred over the steamy chocolate. “I suddenly find myself quite fond of science.”
His brow lifted and a smile glittered in the man’s deep brown eyes. And like that, Eryss’s ovaries did the dance of joy.
“To science.” He offered his mug in another toast.
Eryss tapped her mug gently against his and shivered one of those good, warm-all-over shivers. First handsome man she’d met since the anacampserote, and here she was thinking he was the one.
Or was she overreacting because he was also the sexiest thing on two legs that managed to touch her with his dancing eyes and laughter?
“So you said you’re in town for a while?”
“Seems Mr. Stuart won’t be back for a week. Can you recommend some good restaurants and places to visit?”
“I probably can. But you’ll have to drive into Minneapolis for culture and fine dining.”
“I may do that. If I can find a car rental place. I took a cab here. Though I’m not so sure how I would fare driving on these snow-encrusted streets.”
“It does require some talent to navigate the black ice. But you’ll have a few good days before we get walloped again.”
“Walloped?”
“There’s snow headed our way. It’s going to warm up to the twenties, which provides great conditions for snow.”
“Warm up to the twenties,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I suppose you think that’s downright balmy?”
“Oh, it is.” It was always fun to tease the out-of-towners. In reality, Eryss wasn’t much for the below-zero weather, but she took it all in stride. Living in Minnesota afforded her all the seasons. Too bad winter generally lasted almost six months. “So what kind of dagger would a scientist be looking for?”
“There’s some fantastical lore attached to it, but I’m mostly interested in it because it’s supposed to be thirteenth century. The lore says it was forged with cold iron, and don’t get me started on the fascinating aspects of ancient forged metals. I’ll nerd out on you.”
“I like a nerd.” Especially one smelling like chocolate and mint, mixed with a hint of tweed. “I’m a bit of a brew nerd myself.”
“So you actually brew beer in your little place?”
“Yes, we’re a microbrewery. Me and three other women are all part owners. We’ve been friends for ages.”
“The Decadent Dames. Decadence is such a delicious word, don’t you think? It speaks of glamour and ritual, embellishment and desire.”
“And velvets and silk, and sweet spices and honey,” Eryss chimed in.
“I love that. What about warm summer grass threading between your toes and constellations of fireflies buzzing about the midnight sky?”
“Wow. You really miss summer, don’t you?”
“I do.” He sipped the cocoa. “But I’m learning winter does have its sweetness in the form of a lovely snow goddess.”
“It’s the tinsel hair. You just want to run your fingers through it, don’t you?”
“It’s the whole look. If you were carrying a wand that shot out snow sparkles from the tip, I’d totally buy into it.”
“You’ve seen Frozen.”
“How to avoid it when even the cereal I buy features the characters on the box? But I confess, I did see it. It was for a date.”
“You took a woman out to a Disney movie?”
“I wasn’t my first choice, but I didn’t complain. I got to pick the restaurant, so it was fun all around.”
The man was racking up some seriously sexy, dateable points. And Eryss wouldn’t even begin to calculate how many points he’d earn if he truly did turn out to be her soul mate.
“What kind of food do you like?” she asked.
“Seafood and good wine.”
“I can recommend an excellent Scandinavian restaurant for you to check out while you’re here. It would be a shame for you not to try lutefisk and lefse before leaving.”
“I’ve heard of lefse. A Norwegian staple made with flour and...”
“Potatoes. It’s like a very soft flatbread, and you butter it and sprinkle sugar on top. Roll it up, and have at it!”
“Sounds like a treat. Do I want to know what lutefisk is?”
“It’s seafood. Sort of. Whitefish soaked in lye. But if you cook it right, it’s awesome.” She noticed his distasteful swallow and laughed. “I haven’t eaten it since I was a kid. I know better now.” She winked at him.
Behind them, strains of music echoed out from the mansion. Dane took her hand, the one clasping the empty mug, and she startled. “Would you like to dance?”
Suddenly feeling more ungrounded than she ever had in her life, Eryss delighted in the airy lift to her being. “Yes, please.”
* * *
The winter queen bewigged with tinsel knew how to dance a waltz. And so did Dane, thanks to his mother’s insistence that a well-rounded man could make his way through life with ease and grace. Of course, she didn’t have to know he’d also taken martial arts classes and was a damn good hand at knife-throwing, courtesy of his own desires to round out his life. But as they glided about the dance floor and the
