“Touché.” With a rueful shake of his head, he rose from the log and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“A hunting lodge. It’s not far,” he assured her. “I’ve been watching you shiver for the last half hour and can’t abide the sight of it any longer. You could use a warm fire.”
Ivy blushed. She was cold but didn’t want him to see her as weak.
“I’m fine, Leo.” His name slipped out again, and she hastily turned her face away, but not before she saw him grin as though he were privy to some secret and would not share it with her.
The wooded glen they entered a few moments later revealed a small brown stone lodge. It appeared well kept and inviting. Leo opened the door and gestured for her to enter first. A cozy bed was in the corner of the room and a brick fireplace s
