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Castle was too much trouble, by far.
    He stared at the uncomfortable rocking chair. Another sleepless night wouldn’t kill him. Last night, he’d delivered Amy and Coll’s first baby. A boy, seven pounds, one ounce. “I’ll take the chair and watch the fire.” He hadn’t seen any dry logs outside and there were only two left by the hearth. They were definitely going to get cold tonight.
    Emma rose from the rocker and went to the small twin bed, which had been pushed into the corner. She stood over it, staring down, frowning. “Umm, I know this is going to make me sound awful, but you have to take the bed. I won’t be able to lie down on this.”
    He walked over to inspect the bed, too. The quilt folded at the bottom of the mattress was pristine white with a few Red Cardinal blocks scattered about, perfectly clean. But the gray sheets pulled over the mattress looked like they’d never seen the inside of a washer. “I see what you mean. Not very sanitary.”
    â€œMaybe we should go back to the car?”
    â€œToo cold. We’ll have to stay here.” He looked over atthe two logs. It wasn’t much, but it was better than the prospect of carbon monoxide poisoning. “I have an idea.”
    He grabbed the quilt and spread it over the bed. “Here. Lie on this and I’ll tuck it around you.”
    She looked pensively at the rocking chair and then back to him. “If you promise not to paw me, I have a better solution.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œWe can both use the bed like a divan. If we sit and lean our heads against the wall, we could get some rest. There should be enough quilt to at least wrap around our legs to keep us warm.”
    Well . . .
Gabe might have to adjust his perception of Emma Castle. She wasn’t just an upper-crust beauty; she had brains, too. Usually he admired a good brain, but for some reason he wasn’t happy that Emma might be more than what she appeared. “Then you won’t mind me sitting next to you?”
    She gazed at the expanse of him like he would cop a feel if given half the chance. “I’ll suffer through.”
    â€œThat’s the spirit,” he said.
    â€œAs long as you keep your hands to yourself.”
    â€œI assure you, that’s the last thing on my mind.”
    She harrumphed, muttered something about an egghead, which made no sense,
and busied herself adjusting the blanket.
    â€œI didn’t mean that the way it came out,” he tried. She wouldn’t believe him that he was a changed man. She ignored him, the damage already done.
    Then she produced an extra-long yawn, her eyes watering.
    â€œHow many hours have you been up?”
    â€œDon’t worry yourself over it,” she said, suppressing another yawn.
    â€œPick your spot.” He went back to the hearth. “I’ll put another log on the fire.”
    She put herself at the foot of the bed. He figured so she could make a fast getaway if necessary.
    He glanced at his watch. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky. The tow company could surprise us and get here sooner than expected.”
    â€œI do hope so.” She wrapped the quilt over her legs. “Gabriel?”
    â€œHmm?”
    â€œGood manners dictate that I thank you.”
    â€œFor what?”
    â€œFor forcing me to change into warmer clothes.”
    â€œDon’t mention it.” He stoked up the fire. “I should apologize for causing you to fall in the snow at the airport. Sorry,” he offered back.
    â€œOh yes, there is that.” She looked like she might take back her thanks of a moment ago.
    He lingered in front of the hearth. Not for warmth but for working on pinning his newfound principles in place. But old habits die hard. He was alone with a beautiful woman, and he was going to share a bed with her. Granted, it was more like sharing a sofa, since they would be sitting up with their backs against the