I tried to search my memories. “I’m not sure of anything we haven’t done.”
Van shook his head. “Listen to you. I’m trying to get you out in the fresh air, and you keep taking the subject back to sex.”
My eyes opened wide. “What can we do outside? It’s freezing.”
“I’ll have you know, it’s a balmy twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. That’s practically bathing suit weather around here.”
“Yeah, I’m not swimming. Or is there a hot spring?”
“No, beautiful. No swimming. I told you about snowmobiling. The ice on the bay is now safe enough for cars. I was watching the locals from my window at work and when my afternoon appointment rescheduled, I decided to surprise you.”
I peered from Van’s expression to the large windows. Despite my uneasiness with leaving the house, the gleam in his green eyes was enough for me to agree to his idea. “Snowmobile?”
Van nodded.
“On the bay?”
“On our land and the bay. I’ll show you around more.”
“What about our security?”
“I already filled them in on our plans.”
“I hadn’t agreed,” I said with a grin.
“I was planning on persuading you.” Van kissed my nose. “Negotiation is my specialty.”
“Getting your way is your specialty.”
“There is that,” he said with a grin.
The more the idea settled in, the more excited I became. “Does this mean to dress in layers?”
“Yes, and then cover it all with a snowmobile suit. It’s like ski-wear but one big jumpsuit.”
“Yeah, I don’t have one of those,” I said.
“You do now. It’s in the kitchen.”
I shook my head. “How is it that every time I use attire as an excuse, you have that covered?”
“Because, Julia, I’m getting to know how your mind works, and I’m a step ahead.”
I narrowed my gaze. “What am I thinking now?”
Van’s lips quirked. “I know what I’m thinking.” He tugged my hand, pulling me toward the kitchen. When we stopped, the jumpsuit he’d described was lying on the kitchen table.
“It’s big.”
“It’s warm.” His lips came to my neck. “But don’t worry. I have plans to help you shed it later today.”
“Well,” I said, picking up the shiny material. “At least I know I won’t be stuck in it all night.”
“You definitely won’t be.”
I felt like the abominable snowman as we entered the bay of garages. Van handed me a helmet. “Instead of my hat?”
“No, over your hat. And put your sunglasses beneath the visor.”