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that.’
    Claire shivered at the heat of his breath on her
neck. She hadn’t even heard him move but he couldn’t have been
standing more than a few inches behind her. He pointed and she
followed the length of his arm with her eyes.
    ‘It’s snowing.’
    She looked again and saw a few, scattered snowflakes
falling haphazardly through the air.
    ‘If it had done this yesterday it would have
officially been a white Christmas,’ she said.
    ‘Christmas is overrated. The best things come on
Boxing Day.’
     

 
Seven
     
    Danny’s finger trailed down the back of her neck and
she turned around with her heart ramming against her ribcage. He
was so close she could smell him but it wasn’t aftershave she
detected. It was something else. Something much more primal and
intoxicating. She breathed in, letting it go to her head like a
drug. His eyes danced around her face and he leaned even closer,
his hands resting either side of her body on the rail behind
her.
    ‘I’ve another question. How the fuck is someone like
you single?’
    Claire’s breathing quickened. His lips were
centimetres from hers and she was fighting with everything she had
not to close the gap, to hold onto the anticipation for just a
moment longer.
    ‘Because that’s the way I like it. I can do what I
want, when I want. And it’s less complicated.’ She’d been asked the
question many times in the past but, for the first time, her answer
sounded hollow. ‘I’m going to break the rules here by asking you
the same question. Why are you single?’
    ‘Breaking the rules is always more fun anyway,’ he
replied and a shot of desire ran through Claire’s body. The way he
was looking at her, she’d let him break whatever rules he wanted.
‘I’m single because that’s the way it’s had to be.’
    A frown momentarily flickered across Claire’s face.
The only other rule of their game was honesty and she knew there
was more to his answer than he was letting on, but with his heat
radiating onto her, she brushed it aside. She was too worked up to
care.
    Danny tilted his head. ‘What if I said that it was
really two-nil to you?’
    ‘I’d ask where the other point came from.’
    He slowly lifted a hand to brush her hair away from
the side of her face. ‘You’re the first girl who’s got my attention
enough for me to want to meet.’
    The unexpected compliment made Claire’s stomach
flutter. When she’d looked through Danny’s profile, she’d assumed
he’d probably racked up dozens of Tinder-related bedpost notches
but, as she looked back at him, something in his eyes told her he
wasn’t lying. She didn’t even know him. They’d only just met, but
she was already drawn in by him, addicted to his presence, and they
hadn’t even kissed. Almost unconsciously, she hooked her finger
into the top of his jeans and pulled him closer. It was a move she
was well practiced in. She nearly always took the lead, but as she
pressed her lips onto his, Danny’s hands curled around her waist
and the tingles shooting up and down her spine made her breath
hitch in a way that had never happened before. She slowly broke
away and opened her eyes, feeling drunk from the delectable feeling
of his lips being on hers.
    ‘So, you think Christmas is overrated?’ she asked,
trying to control the overwhelming need to kiss him again.
    He nodded, his hands moving down the curves of her
hips and waist. ‘I do. The presents part is fun, though. Thanks for
mine. I do love cake.’
    Claire shivered as a gust of wind penetrated the
wall of heat around them and her skin bloomed with goose bumps.
‘You’re welcome.’
    He slid his hands down over her shoulders and bare
arms leaving a blazing trail of heat behind his touch. ‘I think
it’s time for yours.’
    Her heart sped, knocking in her chest as he kissed
her again, moving in closer until she was backed up against the
rail. She lifted his sweatshirt and slid her hands underneath. He
flinched under her touch as her