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the right lever.’
    Bridget stared at his profile, her eyes wide and horrified—it looked as if it was carved in stone. She swallowed and said the only thing she could think of. ‘You’re hot on levers, aren’t you?’ Then, ‘I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Much better for you to move on and—’
    ‘Leave it, Bridget,’ he warned, and flicked her a moody blue glance. ‘Finish your coffee.’
    ‘OK, I’m sorry,’ she said contritely, and drank her coffee in silence.
    He took the cup from her and placed it along with his on a ledge beside the bed. Then he climbed back in and took her in his arms again. ‘Go to sleep,’ he said, not unkindly.
    Bridget relaxed and thought how good it felt. How reassuring, how warm and comfortable and natural, and she started to doze off.
    Adam, on the other hand, found himself watching her in the firelight and wondering what it was about this girl that had prompted him to tell her things he’d never told anyone else.
    Because she was entirely unthreatening? Becauseshe had no idea who he was? Yes, but there was more to it than that. Rather, there was more to his feelings on the subject of Bridget Smith, spinster, he thought wryly.
    He felt protective of her, and he had to admire the way she’d slogged through everything nature had thrown at them, but, again, there was more.
    As he watched her, he found himself wondering what it would be like to make love to her. To part those pretty pink lips that were twitching a little as she dozed—what was she dreaming of?—and kiss her. What expressions would chase through her green eyes if he, very slowly and gently, initiated her into the pleasures of sex and wiped out the memories some oaf had left her with?
    It would be no penance, he realised, and he felt his body stir. It would be the opposite. She felt as if she’d been made to fit into his arms, as if that tender little body should be his property…
    Then her eyelashes lifted, taking him by surprise, and for a long frozen moment they stared into each other’s eyes. He held his breath as the expression in those green eyes became an incredulous query, as if she’d divined his thoughts.
    But it was gone almost immediately, that expression, dismissed with the faintest shake of her head, as if she’d banished it to the realm of the impossible or as if it was a dream, and she fell asleep again.
    He released his breath slowly and smiled dryly.
    No, it would not be impossible, Bridget Smith, he thought, and nor was it a dream. But it was not going to happen. For a whole host of reasons.
    He lay for a while, listening to the rain on the roof, deliberately concentrating on it, and on the fact that it seemed to be getting lighter. But in fact the night hadn’t finished with them…

CHAPTER TWO
    AT ABOUT three o’clock Bridget woke, and this time Adam was asleep. She was still loosely cuddled in his arms, and there was a faint glow of firelight coming from the stove.
    He looked younger, more approachable, but she paused and frowned as she drank his features in. A memory came to her. Could this man possibly have been watching her with desire in his eyes while he’d held her in his arms?
    In this bed? In this shed, perhaps?
    A little tremor ran through her. Had she imagined it or had she dreamt it? Even if she had, it filled her with a dizzying sense of delight to think of it.
    But she put her hand to her mouth in a sudden gesture of concern. How could she feel this way so out of the blue, and about a man she barely knew?
    Not only that, but a man who had made no bones about himself—he was a rolling stone, he was anticommitment, and he had a score to settle over a woman.
    Her eyes widened as she realized it didn’t seem tomake the slightest difference. She still got goosebumps, she still felt those delicious tremors just to think that he might want her…
    But would she be any good at it? she wondered. She’d certainly never felt like this before.
    Half an hour later she