She sighed and waited for him to turn back around. Finally, he stared back at her, and it looked like he intended to say something. She opened her mouth and stared into his eyes. “I . . . I don’t . . . kn-know y-our . . . n-name.”
Her lips ached for another kiss. She shouldn’t have pressed herself on him. He had been her angel. She closed her eyes and inhaled the wild, untamed forest on his skin as he sat down beside her.
He ran his hand down her arm and offered her a tender smile. “You can speak. That’s good. I’m keeping you warm. No more deaths in this house.”
Deaths? Her skin grew goose bumps. Her skin warmed from his hand on her arm. She sighed and knew her reaction to him made no sense. Her entire body shook, and coldness enveloped her again. But the warmth of him made her body relax. And she spoke without the chatter. “What’s your name?”
“Gabriel.”
A sigh escaped her lips, and she smiled. He was an angel. He sat them down on a small beige sofa.
She thought she heard a moan in the distance.
She swallowed and realized that tonight she wasn’t herself. Outside, ice pelted the ground, and on her skin it had been heavier than rain. Now his fire kept her alive. She inhaled and again let the smell of sandalwood relax her. The outside forest had seeped into his skin, and she couldn’t stop herself from the need to touch him.
He stepped back suddenly and without warning. Her hands shook, but he pulled away.
Her head ached. He stormed out of the room. Where was he going? What had she done?
A second later, he came back with a Santa hat.
He tugged it on her head and cracked a smile.
Her eyebrows rose, or at least she thought so. “Wh . . . y?”
With his eyes narrowed, he checked her temperature. “My mother would answer that eighty percent of all body heat escapes from the head. I’ve never looked that up, but it’s why we wear hats when we go outside and to sleep in. This was the best I could think of.”
Her angel took care of her.
When she could talk more, she’d thank him. For now, she closed her eyes and snuggled into his warm chest until she fell asleep.
Tomorrow, her problems would return, but tonight, she had a protector.
Also by Victoria Pinder
Returning for Valentine’s (FREE if you go to my website)
The House of Morgan
Secret Crush
Secret Baby
Secret Bet
Secret Wish
Secret Dad
Secret Heir
Secret Tryst
Secret Date
Secret Romeo
Secret Match (coming Feb 2019)
The House of Morgan Boxed Set 1-3
The House of Morgan Boxed Set 4-6
Princes of Avce
Forbidden Crown
Forbidden Prince
Forbidden Royal
Forbidden Duke
Forbidden Earl
Forbidden Monsieur
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Forbidden Marquis
Forbidden Count
Forbidden Duc
Princes of Avce Boxed Set 1-3
Princes of Avce Boxed Set 4-6
The Hawke Fortune
Tempting Gabe
Tempting James
Tempting Conner
Tempting Harry
Tempting Navid
The Hawke Fortune Boxed Set 1-3
Brothers in Revenge Prequel
Irresistibly Lost
Irresistibly Found
Brothers in Revenge
Irresistibly Charming
Irresistibly Tough
Irresistibly Played
A Frosted Game of Hearts
Hidden Gabriel
Hidden Raphael
Hidden Michael
Hidden Uriel
The Marshall Family Saga
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Mistake
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Sin
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Scandal
Favorite Coffee The Entire Series Boxed Set
The Collins Brothers
Chaperoning Paris
Borrowing the Doctor
Electing Love
Keeping the Spy
Keeping the Captain
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Earthseekers Mission
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The Zoastra Affair
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Mything You
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About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston then moved to Miami. Eventually, found that writing is her passion. She always wrote stories to entertain herself. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, but when she sat down to see what she enjoyed doing, writing became obvious.
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