“That’s beautiful, Harker,” he tells me, whispering. “I really like that. Where did you hear that?”
“Nowhere. I just keep telling myself it. Because it’s the truth.”
“And what happens on a Saturday night in a cabin when a blizzard finally begins to calm down?”
“Depends what you want to happen.”
He places his tea on the oak table in front of the sofa. He takes my cup away from my cupped hands and places it next to his. Stares at me. The look in his blue eyes—I fall into that look, I drown in his look—says more than they should. Something. Everything.
My world stops. My heartbeat drops. The wind seizes in the canyon. My heart divides and my stomach boils with blood. I feel numb, confused, happy, warm for once, since I’ve arrived at the cabin…compelled to be seduced by his immobile gaze.
