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any real choice.
    'He's an old man, Jenny,' Logan continued, 'and it's not as if I were going to try to rape you. After all, there's a witness,' he finished with an accusing gleam of mischief in his eyes.
    She studied his face intently. Except for the dimple in his cheek, he seemed sincere enough. The whole question was could she trust him, believing with certainty, as she did, that when he had previously shared his bed with a woman, had it not been for sleep?
    'Okay,' she gave in grimly. 'But stop calling me Jenny. And so help me, if you…'
    'Don't worry,' he grinned, holding up his hand in a mock promise. 'I swear I won't lay a hand on you.'
    'You'd better not or I'll scream so loud there'll be an avalanche,' Jennifer said firmly.
    'Go on. You're exhausted. You might as well crawl under the covers and get some rest.' Logan pushed her lightly towards the quilts. 'I'm going to have a cigarette and relax.'
    Jennifer didn't argue with that. Although as she slipped under the covers, she glanced at him distrustfully. Then she noticed the bright red pillow at her head. Quickly she reached and exchanged it for the one closer to the fireplace.
    'Good night, Jenny Glenn' Logan laughed, amused by her defiant gesture.
    'Good night,' Jennifer replied in a hard, decisive voice.
    She turned away from the fire to the darkness of the cabin. The silence of the room touched her until the night sounds took over, the slow stirrings of their host in his cot, the slight creaking of the rocker where Logan sat, and the crackling and popping of the fire. The loudest of all was the howling of thc wind outside as it shook and rattled at the door until Jennifer felt like one of the little pigs with thc wolf outside huffing and puffing to blow the house in.
    As tired as she was, sleep escaped her. The hardness of the floor under the heavy quilt pushed at her bones while the pillow felt like a lumpy rock under her head. She felt as if she was waiting for something to happen, for Logan to crawl under the covers with her. Her muscles tensed as she heard him rise from his chair. She listened to the ominous clunk of his boots hitting the floor. Then there was the muffled sound of his stocking feet as he walked towards her. She closed her eyes quickly. He was lifting the top cover and…that was all! Just the top cover as he had promised!
    She listened to his even breathing while hers was held in apprehensively. But he just laid there on his back.
    'Go to sleep, Jenny,' he whispered softly. 'Everything's going to be all right.'
    As if on command her muscles relaxed and she drifted off to sleep, feeling strangely safe and secure.
     
    'You certainly are bright-eyed this morning,' Logan chided, studying her rapt face with interest.
    'I can't believe how beautiful it is out here,' Jennifer murmured, gazing around her at the white wonderland of snow-covered trees and buildings. 'I don't even feel the cold. It's as if it were powder instead of snow.'
    'There's no wind to bite into you,' he said as he stacked a pile of firewood on his arm.
    'What does that song call it?' she mused. 'Oh, yes, a marshmallow world. Just look at the trees! They've got sugar sprinkled on top of them, and the pine trees up the hill with those big white gumdrops weighting down their limbs!' There was no masking the delight in her face or voice. 'Logan! Look at the snowdrift by the shed!' she exclaimed with a joyous laugh.
    'I was beginning to think you didn't remember my name,' he said provocatively, walking over to stand by her side as she pointed out her latest find.
    She glanced up at him briefly, glad that her cheeks were already flushed by the nippy morning air and wouldn't reveal the warmth caused by the glow in his eyes.
    'See how it swirls around the corner, like whipped frosting on a cake,' she said quickly.
    Logan smiled affectionately as his eyes travelled over her face framed by the pale beige hood of her coat. 'You either have a very sweet tooth or you didn't eat your