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if you could store your bike in my garage?”
    “Okay. Can I store my bike in your garage?”
    “No.”
    “Oh.”
    “At least not until you apologize for taking such a risk riding down here in this weather. If it snowed, you’d be in real trouble. You’re such a…”
    Guy cut me off in midsentence. “That’s enough love talk for now. I know you’re crazy about me.” He grinned one of his sexy grins. I smiled what I hoped was one of my sexy smiles. It was just so darn hard to stay mad at this man.
    “Here, I’ll get the wood. You rustle up some snacks for a tired and cold man. And make sure there’s an interesting drink among those snacks. I could use something to warm up these bones.”
    “I’ve got just the thing.” I removed the wood carrier from his hand, grabbed his arm and guided him up the stairs. “There’s more than one way to build a fire.”
    I led him into the bedroom and shoved him onto the bed, then turned and closed the bedroom door knowing that Sam would like nothing more than to take up half the bed while we engaged in amorous pursuits.
    A few minutes later we were stripped of clothes and things were moving along well with the exception of Sam’s constant barking at the bedroom door.
    “She’s never done that before,” Guy said as he nibbled on my ear.
    “Dog’s spoiled, and it’s my fault.” I ran my hands over his back. Such a strong back.
    “Anyone here?” a voice said from the foot of the stairs.
    I flopped on my back with a moan not brought on by pleasure. “Oh, god, it’s Der”
    I slipped on a robe and opened the door. Sure enough Der stood at the foot of the stairs.
    “Hi.” If he noticed a storm brewing on my face, he ignored it. “The door wasn’t locked, and I saw Guy’s bike in the drive.”
    I sighed. “I’ll be right down.”
    “No hurry, Murphy, but this house could stand a fire in the wood stove. Would make it a lot cozier for guests.” Der turned away and headed toward the kitchen. I could tell he wasn’t a bit embarrassed that he had caught the two of us upstairs.
    “You could gather some wood from the woodpile,” I yelled after him.
    “I could, but I’ve got my good clothes on.”
    “You don’t own any good clothes.” I pulled on my jeans and sweater.
    I pounded down the stairs after again donning the army fatigue jacket. Turning to search for the log carrier, I spied Der closely examining my costume.
    “Don’t say a word,” I warned him.
    “What’s she so hot about?” Der said to Guy as he descended the stairs.
    Guy merely shrugged and softly whispered in my ear, “later” as he relieved me of the log carrier and headed for the door.
    “Not to put too fine a point on it, my dear,” Der said after Guy left, “but your tailor appears to be the United States government and mine is Sears. So what’s the difference?”
    “The difference is that mine was a gift from a friend and you chose yours and paid money for it.”
    He held up his hands. “I’m the lucky guy who happened to be driving by your house.”
    “No one ‘happens’ to drive by my house. I live off the main highway on a road people can’t find unless they know where it is and intend to go there.”
    “Let me finish. You’re going to love this, I know, and it’ll make up for my interrupting your little love fest without warning.” Der paused to see if dangling the possibility of information would shut me up long enough for him to continue his story. It did.
    “Since you were rushing off to see your president, I didn’t have the opportunity to fill you in on what Rodgers and the prez had to say to me. The president was particularly delighted that you were involved. That reminds me. Don’t you get along with any of the presidents at this college? The last one is dead, not that you were responsible for that, but you’d think since you didn’t like him that you’d make some effort with the new one.” Der took a breath, just the moment I needed.
    “This present