she would be spending it with a man who was practically a stranger.
With the aid of the flashlight, Justin placed the twigs and some pine needles in the fire ring and pulled a lighter from his pocket.
“Remind me to thank Holt for keeping this in the Jeep.” He flicked the lighter and touched the flame to the combustible material. After a few seconds, it took off. He quickly added more twigs, until the fire was blazing, illumining their temporary quarters.
He sat down on the log. “Not bad for a city guy, huh?”
“It’s nice and warm.” She spread her hands closer to the flames. “A lot better than being out there.” The wind whistled past the entrance. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am that this happened.”
He shrugged. “You can’t take the blame for the weather.” He turned to her with his silver-gray gaze.
She looked away. “How am I going to tell Holt that I tore out the underside of his Jeep?”
“I don’t think that matters to him as much as your safety.”
“He warned us about the storm.”
“And if I hadn’t delayed us by stopping by the Realtor’s office, we would have gotten an earlier start. But let’s stop with the what-if’s. I’m just grateful that we’re both safe.”
Morgan looked away, but she couldn’t help being drawn to his seductive voice, or his mesmerizing gaze. It had been a long time since a man had made her feel this way.
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