gathered her closer; the temperature had dipped several notches during their time outdoors. “When a man loses a lot, he starts to see things differently.”
Grae trailed his fingers down her neck, across her collarbone. The tingles already affecting Tielle began to heat. Her lips parted, and she felt ready to offer him her tongue when the first sprinkle of snow landed on the tip of her nose.
“Damn you, Shanti Dillon.”
Grae frowned playfully. “Who’s that?”
“The weather lady.”
“This may not be the best weather to drive in.” He laughed.
Tielle gave the falling sprinkles a tired look. “I can still make it.”
“Not if I take you inside first.”
Her eyes narrowed as she read his thoughts. “Don’t you dare. We’ll wake the whole house.”
“Not if you don’t laugh the way you always do. It’s a blow to my ego when you do that, you know?”
“Then don’t—Grae!” Tielle shrieked when he bent and pulled her over his shoulder.
“My bag!” she screamed when he made a start for the garage door.
Grae carried her back to the car, setting her down so she could reach inside the car to grab the bag. He hooked a finger through a belt loop on her jeans to keep his possession secure. When Tielle grabbed her bag and tried to make a run for it, Grae slung her across his shoulder and carried his laughing ex-wife inside the house.
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