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talk."
    "A shower? Oh, yes. God, I'd kiss your feet for a hot shower."
    His boot heels snapped across the floor toward the bed. The doors of the closet almost ripped off in his massive hand as he yanked them open. "I don't want you kissing anything," he mumbled under his breath. Doors slammed.
    He marched back to her side. "Here." He shoved an armful of threadbare, musty-smelling towels into her arms.
    Ookay . "Thanks."
    "I'll turn the shower on. Takes a while for the water to heat." He yanked off his own wet jacket, revealing a black T-shirt stretched over an impressive chest, and tossed the coat onto the counter. Pulling open another door at the back of the room, he disappeared inside. The door slammed behind him.
    "Nice boyfriend you have there, girl," she told Duchess. Marnie threw the towels and pack on the couch, removed her own waterlogged jacket, and laid it beside his. She heard water running, then a muffled male oath.
    Marnie bit back a grin. "What a guy. He's showering first and using up all that nasty cold water. Hey," she rubbed Duchess's ears. "Maybe your prince isn't a frog after all. Whadyaknow?"
    Taking off her shoes, she examined her wet, muddy socks, then stripped them off and set everything outside the bathroom door to clean after she'd showered. Barefoot and shivering, she inspected the stone fireplace. Wood? "Check."
    Spiders? "Ugh. Check."
    Newspaper? "Check."
    Matches? "Check."
    "Flue open? Check." With a steady blaze in the grate to start warming up the room, her thoughts turned to food. Lots of it.
    Marnie walked around the end of the counter and reached over her dog, who lay with her nose to the crack of what Marnie presumed was the pantry door.
    "You have to move, Your Majesty. I can't open the... Thank you." She opened the narrow doors. "Bingo."
    Four feet wide and only about eight inches deep, it had ceiling-to-floor shelves and was fully stocked with canned goods – about a hundred cans of chicken noodle soup and what looked like two hundred cans of chili. "Bet he likes chicken noodle and chili, huh?" Marnie said dryly.
    The shower turned off.
    Her bare toes curled against the dusty pine floor.
    He was naked in there.
    Oh, my God . She was alone in a mountain cabin, miles from anywhere, with a naked stranger.
    She wasn't sure she was ready for quite this much adventure. "And I don't even know his name," she finished aloud as he stepped into the room wearing dry jeans and a black sweatshirt, his long hair slicked back. Steam surrounded him like the smoke from Dante's furnace. Her heart did a double thump. He'd shaved. He was gorgeous.
    Apparently it wasn't necessary for her to be ready.
    "Jake Dolan." He glanced down at the cans she held. "Calisthenics or weapons?"
    "Breakfast." She hefted the cans. "You seem to be out of bacon and eggs."
    "You're turning an interesting shade of blue." He lifted a massive hand. "Here. I'll take care of the food."
    Marnie tossed the cans. He caught both in one hand.
    "Water's hot. Clothes on the sink."
    "Terrific, thanks."
    She walked into the bathroom and was about to close the door when she remembered she'd forgotten the towels and turned back – just in time to see her host rummaging through her backpack.
    In three strides Marnie was at his side. He gave her a mild look as she snatched the canvas bag out of his hands.
    "Excuse me," she said with exaggerated politeness, "but I believe this is mine."
    "Ownership wasn't in dispute. Just who the owner is ."
    "You must run in very strange circles," Marnie told him, clutching the bag to her chest like a Victorian maiden. "Once I'm introduced to someone, I usually tend to believe they are who they say they are. What were you looking for? Picture ID?"
    "Driver's license or social security card."
    "Since I don't have either in here, you'll just have to take my word for it that I am who I say I am."
    "I never take anyone's word about anything," he told her flatly, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets.
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