We can’t sleep together.”
Two pairs of eyes gazed at her, one gray and kindly,
the other dark and shimmery.
“I’m sorry, Mademoiselle, but this is the last room
we have.” The innkeeper’s heavy accent tripped over
“room,” sounding almost like “vroom.”
“Yes, but—” She sighed. How to explain to him that
one night spent alone with Nicolas Badeau wasn’t
something she looked forward to?
“It’s only for tonight, Lauren,” Nic said. “You
heard the authorities. They expect the roads to open
in the morning, and then we can get on our way.”
Glancing at the room again, she assessed the
full-sized bed. At six-foot two, Nic would barely
fit the length of the mattress, let alone give her
much room to keep her distance. The howl of the wind
whistling through the window shutters reminded her
of the swirling blizzard outside.
They’d driven from Paris in a light snow, which had
quickly turned into nearly whiteout conditions. With
the road closed, it would be impossible tonight to
reach the Badeau family chateau near the Alsace
region of France. She looked forward to seeing her
sister Jessica again.
“Pardon, Mademoiselle...” The innkeeper interrupted
her dithering. “Il neige...”
“I don’t speak French.” She gave him a frustrated
look. “I know it’s not your fault, but...” She
glanced at Nic, who calmly stood by watching the
exchange. Damn him.
Did he have to be so attractive with his dark
chocolate eyes and midnight black hair? And those
lips. Perfect, seductive and...kissable. She shook
her head, pushing aside memories of their searing
kiss two years ago.
“Okay, we’ll take the room,” she replied, finally
relenting. No doubt tonight would be long and
torturous, but when it came down to a blizzard or
being alone with Nic in a tiny room, she didn’t have
many options.
Nic and the innkeeper conversed in French amongst
themselves for a moment. Cool air seeped from the
hallway into the room, forcing a shiver out of her.
There really wasn’t a choice between risking a
chance to slide off the road into a ditch or
spending the night in a warm hotel bed—with a man
she wasn’t sure she could resist.