Chapter 9

With her head spinning, Janet automatically took his hand and felt the warm power of his large palm and long, graceful fingers. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her on the knuckles instead of shuddering. It was a casual action, as if he had done it countless times before, and it had no greater significance than a fist bump on the T platform or an arm cuff between friends at Central Pizzeria. His attention was drawn to her by her gasp, which was far from casual, and by the sizzle that tightened her skin and made her realize that she was dreaming. It was also her fantasy.

He was her fantasy, had been since she was a little girl and dreamed of someone coming to her rescue.

Finn dropped her hand and took a big step back. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that."

Why not? It’s my fantasy. But he wasn’t playing his part. He should have been whispering sweetly to her, kissing her, stroking her—

A chilly wind gust pushed the cabin door open with a loud crash, jolti