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disagree. Eggs?” He dropped the food on the bed and tried to lift the edge of her towel. She kicked him away, but rose to her knees, opening and quickly closing the cloth for a lightning fast view of perfection. The wild, shameless thing winked at him, snatched up the food and patted the space next to her. He rolled over immediately.
    “I needed this – lots and lots of grease. Thanks. Have you had a chance to check the weather? It looks like we’ll be stuck here awhile.” Her neck swiveled from the window and back to him. She took another bite of food and stared ahead. “How do you feel about that?”
    “Shame we don’t have anything to do all day.”
    “Tragic, ain’t it?”
    He raked his teeth across her shoulder, unable to stop himself. Being close hadn’t been enough. “I’m sure we can think of something. ”
    “The whole city can’t have shut down. I thought I might take a ride on the transit system and see stuff. It could be fun.”
    “I un-humbly disagree.”
    “Oh, Tig, c’mon. We’ll explore a new city.”
    He definitely liked hearing the ‘we,’ but she was too new to him and the only thing he cared to explore, he now rested his chin on. He didn’t want to share her with the world. Not yet. He needed time to enjoy her and more importantly, find out what she enjoyed as well. “I’ve been here before. It’s all the same.”
    “I haven’t, Grumpy, and you’re going to take me out. You’re going to show me this city, since you know it so well.”
    “But you don’t have any clothes.”
    “I wish—”
    “No. Don’t do that.”
    “Are you whining now?”
    “Begging.”
    “Charm me, Tig.”
    She’d turned away after saying it and the words hit him like a punch in the throat. Her movements right now looked too close to shame. Did she think he only valued her for one thing? Fuck him, he’d been acting like it. How to tell her, without scaring her, that she was his universe?
    “I was hoping to save some of this charm for Galveston. I’d shine a little better there. Here, I confess, I’m not quite the pro. We’ll go and I’ll try, but only if you promise not to laugh if I get us lost.”
    “Deal.” He had a lot of decisions to make when she extended her hand. He could have pulled her over. He could have kissed it. He could have done any number of sensuous things with it, but he resisted them all. A wink, a nod and curt handshake of agreement was all it took to get her beaming.
    Poor girl had no clue that she’d have that look on her face for the rest of her life. He’d always see her happy. He bounced up and tucked his necklace underneath his shirt. The cool, precious metal a reminder of their new future. Their home. “Hurry up!”
    “I’m not dressed!”
    “I’ll handle it.”
    “But Tig?”
    Her eyebrow shot up at his whistle, but she scooted out on bare feet anyway, with nothing but his arms and a robe around her.
    They were downstairs in minutes and far more appropriately dressed when they got out the elevator than when they got in. Everyone and their mother wished for warmer clothes. He plucked the best wishes among them. For himself, he whipped up an obnoxious, antique fur coat three sizes too big. For her, a mountaineer’s cap, purple mittens and a polka dotted snow bib.
    “I should hate you for this.”
    “You’d look good in anything.” He waved his hands between them. “And you can’t hate me, because these are fantastic. ”
    “They’re something. People are staring at us, Tig.”
    “Because you’re beautiful.”
    “Because you look like a seventies pornstar yeti.”
    “I’m still hot.”
    “Oh, you. March, soldier.”
    The walk to the metro station ought to have been a slog, plodding inch by inch through the snow. However, with Dinah at his side, every step was light and unburdened. She slipped, but only once. Determined to never let it happen again, he swung her over his back and carried her the rest of the way.
    Even in this weather, the metro