Madeline slammed the car door and stomped in her wet pumps into the lobby of Grizzly Lodge. Why did she agree to stay? A week? Who had a week? She had clients and listings.… Okay. Maybe, just maybe, she was more intrigued with Luke Kendrick than she would ever admit to anyone, and especially not Trudi, who was guaranteed to make a colossally big deal out of it. But man, sitting in that truck, under the blanket with a guy as good-lookng as Luke, she let her mind wander to other things. White-hot things. She couldn’t believe he’d kissed her. But she really couldn’t believe that she had kissed him back. She didn’t think she had ever in her life kissed anyone like that. It wasn’t like her at all, so reckless, so out of control. And Madeline couldn’t even say why she’d done it, other than she was up on that mountain in the rain, under a blanket, and with Luke, handsome, sturdy Luke, and something just began to thrum in her. She’d felt a little outside of herself. She was still shocked and excited and shocked.
