Chapter Six In with the New Year––––––––
Amira’s teeth chattered as Keith leaned back to look at her. Stripping off his winter gloves, he set his hand against her cheek. “You’re frozen solid,” he said. In his eyes, concern coupled with affection. “We need to get you out of the cold. Where are your keys?”
She couldn’t move her hands to unzip her purse, so she let Keith take her bag from her shoulder. As he searched for her keys, it occurred to her what an intimate act it was for a man to look inside a woman’s purse. Maybe it was the fact that her brain was anaesthetized by the cold, but she felt completely comfortable watching him sort through her stuff.
“It’s the one with the panda sticker,” she told him when he found her keys. He stuck it in the door and let her inside.
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