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fast.
    “Relax, Olivia,” he murmured into her nape, brushed his lips
over the dark curls beneath her cap, and smiled when she subsided and leaned
back into his chest.
    They flew over a boulder and sailed through the air before
landing hard. Olivia bounced off the sledge and landed with her bottom on his
left thigh. He pulled her quickly back between his legs but the movement
shifted them far to the right just as they hit a particularly slippery patch. The
sledge careened off the well-worn path and rushed through the high snow.
    Jack was blinded by the spray of soft snow that flew up from
the front of the sledge. He tightened his arms around Olivia and groaned when
she grabbed onto his thighs.
    “Hold on, sweetheart,” he called as the sledge was once more
airborne. Olivia let out a muffled shriek as they landed and the sledge slid
out from beneath them.
    Jack twisted with Olivia in his arms, taking the brunt of
their landing. They rolled through the snow bank. When they came to a stop Jack
found himself lying above her, his weight pinning her to the ground. Her legs
were tangled with his, her thighs embracing his hips.
    Jack looked down at Olivia, watched as she licked her lips,
blinked against the falling snow and then closed her eyes. Her lashes fanned
her pink cheeks. Her lips tilted up in a slow smile. Jack didn’t think, he
simply leaned down and captured that smile with his lips. He kissed her gently,
softly, exploring her lips with his own. And she kissed him back. Shyly,
hesitantly. He slanted his head, absorbed the sensation of the new angle, and
caressed her with the tip of his tongue.
    With a soft sigh, Olivia opened to him. Jack moaned,
suddenly on fire for the woman in his arms. His tongue swooped inside, dancing
across hers, retreating, only to delve in once more. He cradled her head in his
hands as he thrust his tongue into her waiting warmth again and again. He
couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted like sunshine, she tasted like heat.
    Jack was lost in her kiss. Good Lord, he’d forgotten a kiss
could be like this, equal parts tender and wild. Timidly at first, then with
abandon, Olivia kissed him back. She followed his tongue, rubbed hers against
it, moaned as he increased the pressure of his lips.
    With a groan Jack thrust his hardening cock against her soft
flesh, dragged his length along her heat, and gloried to feel her tilt up her
hips to receive him.
    “Mama!” Jack and Olivia heard Fanny’s voice at the same time
and broke apart. He looked down into her eyes and saw desire in their silvery
depths. He felt her warm breath caress his face, felt her breasts rise and fall
against his chest.
    Jack released her and helped her to her feet just as Fanny
immerged through the curtain of falling snow.
    “You turned off the path when you should have gone straight,”
Fanny said with a giggle.
    “I’ve been going straight all my life,” Olivia replied as
she joined hands with Fanny. “Sometimes a lady just has to careen off the
beaten path.”

Chapter Three
     
    It was decided that Jack and Justine would spend the night
at Idyllwild. The snow continued to fall at an alarming rate. Inside, the
inhabitants and their guests relaxed in the parlor with piping hot tea and warm,
soothing brandy.
    “So your family made their fortune in mining?” Tom asked.
    “My mother’s family runs sheep, but yes, my father started
the mining operation more than twenty years ago.” Jack and Tom were playing chess,
their heads bent over the board. Their conversation floated across the room to
Olivia where she sat slowly rocking before the warm hearth, her hands
mindlessly rolling a skein of soft yarn into a ball.
    “Father needs a son to inherit.”
    Olivia looked up at Justine’s words. The girl was leaning against
the arm of her father’s chair, watching the game.
    “Every man needs a son,” Tom said. “Now, my boy Harry, he
went off to sea. He’s sailed around the world and back.”
    “I should like to go