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she wrapped her arms around him and held tight.
    “That was worth waiting for,” he mumbled into her hair a few minutes later. Rachel wholeheartedly agreed.
    She’d wanted Adrian for a long time, but the reality had been even better than she’d imagined. No matter what happened tomorrow—or more aptly on Monday—she was going to enjoy this night with him to the fullest.

Chapter Three
    Adrian wasn’t a morning person, as a rule. It took three snooze cycles for him to surrender to the alarm clock and more than one cup of coffee to make him coherent. But today, even as he opened his eyes, he was smiling. Wrapped around Rachel, with his face buried in her hair, was one hell of a good way to wake up.
    He could hear the sleet driving against the window and that meant he had at least today with her. He’d have to make the most of it.
    As much as he wanted to share breakfast with her in the smaller, romantic dining room with the view of the frozen lake, it would be too easy to go their separate ways. Once they were done eating, she could say she had work to do and disappear into her room. Just like that, the walls would be back up between them. If he ordered room service, they’d stay right here in his room. He liked that idea a lot.
    He nuzzled through her hair to kiss the side of her neck. “You awake?”
    “Coffee,” she mumbled so softly he barely heard her.
    “Do you want coffee now or do you want to go down to the dining room?”
    “Coffee now.”
    If he’d ever thought too much about it, Adrian would have guessed Rachel was a morning person. She showed up at the office every weekday morning bright-eyed and ready to plow through whatever work was in front of her. Then again, she probably wasn’t up late every night making love. He hoped.
    He ran his hand over her hip but when she didn’t stir, he chuckled and slid out of bed. After pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, he went to the coffeemaker and brewed them each a mug. While the machine worked, he plugged his phone in to charge since he’d been too preoccupied the night before to go through the routine.
    The shower started in the bathroom and Adrian gave a few seconds’ thought to joining her. But he had a feeling she was more interested in his coffee than anything else he had to offer right then. He fixed hers with cream and sugar, then took a few sips of his as he walked to the window.
    Pulling the drapes open didn’t let a lot of light into the room. On the other side of the glass, the day was dark and gray, with the light obliterated by the snowy, icy mix. It made for a dreary look, rather than the festive appearance of fat white flakes, but he didn’t mind. With nothing better to do, it was the kind of day for curling up with Rachel in front of one of the resort’s many fireplaces.
    She finally emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one of the resort’s thick, blue robes. Her feet were bare and her hair fell in wet, blond waves. He watched her go straight for the coffee mug and she actually closed her eyes when she took the first sip. Then she took a few more before finally making eye contact with him.
    “Thank you,” she said, giving him a sleepy smile. “I’m not very sociable before my first cup, I’m afraid.”
    “I wasn’t sure if I should order room service or not.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t usually eat right after I wake up.”
    “Me, either.” He sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the window, setting his mug on the ornate table next to it. “Your hair looked different last night. And this morning, too.”
    She ran a hand over her hair, as if she was self-conscious about it. “I use a lot of product and a flat iron to get it smooth for work.”
    “Why do you bother? I like the work look, but I liked last night’s, too. It looked soft.” He grinned. “It felt soft, too.”
    “The ponytail’s low maintenance and looks good all day, no matter what the weather is. But if didn’t straighten it, it wouldn’t