Part 202 (1/2)

more. Though she felt, somewhere in her heart, that there should be

more than the rapid groping in the dark. The mattress was cold on her

back. But his body, as it entered hers long before she was ready, was

hot. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to the warmth and

waiting for the starburst she had only read about.

She s.h.i.+vered when he was done. From the cold, she told herself Moments

later, Drew echoed her thoughts.

”Christ Almighty, it's like an ice box in here.”

”It won't take much longer to heat up. I've got some blankets in the

chest.”

She reached for her sweater, but he closed a hand over hers. ”I like

looking at your body, Emma. Such a sweet little body, just this side of

ripe. There's no need to be shy in front of me anymore, is there?”

”No.” Awkward, she rose to lift the top of the chest. He fumbled in the

pocket of the jacket that was tangled on the floor and found his

cigarettes.

”I don't suppose there's any food in this place, or a bottle of

something to ward off pneumonia.”

”There's some cognac in the kitchen.” She remembered the bottle she'd

opened for Luke. Luke, who was back in Miami, fighting to hang on to

life. She laid the pile of sheets and blankets on the foot of the bed.

Already she'd shared nearly all her secrets with Drew-except about

Johnno, and Luke.

”I didn't even think about food.” She saw him frown as he brought the

cigarette to his lips. ”Why don't I run around the corner to the

market? Pick up some things. You can have some cognac and a hot bath.