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I turned the fire on the stove. “How does it go? Oh yeah. The first brew of tea is for your enemy. The second for the servant. The third cup for your wife. The fourth for your mistress.”

“This is a lot of cups of tea from a pretty dickish dude.”

“You’re missing the wise meaning here.” I smiled. “The fifth cup is for your business partner and the last cup you keep for yourself.”

I finished making the tea. The leaves danced in the hot water. A sweet-smelling steam rose.

I turned around and covered my bare chest with my arms. “How are you feeling?”

She bit her bottom lip. “You should put on your shirt?”

I drank in that sexy form. “Youshould put on some clothes.”

“I will.” She wrapped the blankets tighter around her as if that could stop me from ravaging that gorgeous body. “I’m just trying to get a grip back on reality. It’s been a rough couple of days.”

Pain and confusion swam in her gaze.

My patience left me. “What happened last night?”

“I thought we were talking about tea?”

“Life is too short to lie and hide bullshit from each other. What happened?”

“You’re not ready for what I have to say.”

“I found you in the snow, moaning and fucking it. And I’m right here, taking care of you. I already told you that I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t have to do this. You’re so sweet and—”

“I’m not a boy scout, baby. I’m doing it because I love you.”

She turned her gaze to the table.

“No, Faith. Look at me.”

Chapter 14

Daniel

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he looked at me, and my body relaxed.

I’d been this close to rushing over and gathering that small frame into my arms.

“Tell me,” I said. “There won’t be any judgement.”

She let out a long sigh and then blew my mind. “The ice sculpture that I carved into a man. The one in front of my house that I was looking out of the window. That one. Well, he came alive, and we had sex. Well, we had sex twice—once in my dream and the next time was last night.”

She’s lost her grip on reality.

I took my time with the next words. “There was no man last night, when you were moaning.”

“Well, he isn’t a man. He’s an ice sculpture.”

My hands shook.

Calm down. Don’t let her see that you’re terrified.


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