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a fascination that she had never experienced until right now. There was also a sense of sadness lurking in the depths of his eyes . . . a vulnerable edge that he tried to keep hidden, but Claire could feel it and wanted to chase it away.
    “Why are you looking at me so intently?” he asked, then grinned. “I bet you’re itching to cut my crazy long hair.”
    When he reached up and shoved his fingers through it, Claire took another long pull on her drink. “I am.”
    “A cut is long overdue, but I’ve been too busy to worry about it. Maybe you can shape it up for me?”
    “Earn my keep? Good thing you didn’t ask me to sing for my supper because I suck.”
    “I didn’t mean it that way.” Jesse shook his head. “You’re my guest.”
    At first she thought he was teasing, but when he really appeared a little offended, Claire reached across the counter and put her hand over his.“I was only teasing. Guess it’s my big-city attitude coming out. I’d be happy to run my fingers through your hair.” Oh God. “And cut it.” She reached over and demonstrated. “You know, like this. Lift, snip, lift, snip.” Wow, his hair is soft. “Lift . . . um . . . snip .”
    “Claire, I know I don’t look like it, but I have had my hair cut before.”
    “Right.” She pulled her hand back and pressed her lips together.“Um, I’ll go change into your clothes now. I might as well keep the humiliation rolling right along.”
    “You want me to change into yours to make you feel better?”
    “You’d do that for me?” She clasped her hands to her chest and batted her eyes.
    “Of course,” he replied, playing along.
    “After all, what’s Christmas without a little cross-dressing?”
    “I think you meant a little corn-bread dressing. . . .”
    “Oh.” Claire slapped a hand to her forehead. “My bad. Wow, I’ve gotten that wrong for years.” Claire picked up her drink and headed out of the room but said over her shoulder, “I just hope you like thongs. . . .”

Chapter Four
    A fter Claire left the kitchen, Jesse put his cold glass to his forehead and groaned. “Damn . . .” It might be snowing outside, but he sure as hell was burning up.The more Claire let her guard down, the more attracted he was to her, and that last casual comment about her thong nearly did him in. He shook his head. She was a fascinating combination of shy and bold, making him wonder what she would be like in bed.
    “Don’t even go there,” he reminded himself. He took another healthy swallow of his spiked eggnog and tried to gather his scattered wits, but when he spotted her slinky red sandals sitting on the black granite, he had a sudden vision of Claire lying on his bed wearing nothing but those sexy heels.
    Not going there really wasn’t working out for him. With a deep sigh he absently added some bourbon and a splash of eggnog into his glass. “Okay, that was supposed to be the other way around,” he said under his breath, but then shrugged. He downed half of it while putting away the rest of his groceries and trying without much success not to think about Claire getting naked.At least she was going to be swimming in his big clothes and hiding her sweet curves. That should help matters a little, anyway.
    Maybe.
    “Okay, maybe not,” he mumbled softly when she walked into the kitchen.
    “Excuse me?”
    “I said you look hot,” he answered as if joking, except he wasn’t. His green plaid flannel shirt was an amazing shade on her with her deep red hair and moss-colored eyes. She had used her own belt to cinch it at her waist and wore snug-fitting long johns underneath.
    “Right.” She wrinkled up her nose and looked down at her outfit. “Could I have a teensy bit more of your eggnog?” She held her thumb and index finger an inch apart and then pushed her glass his way. “It was de-lish.”
    “Absolutely,” Jesse answered, and then refreshed her drink. After sliding it her way, he said, “Feel free to explore the cabin or