Free Razors Ice 04 - Hot Ice by Rachelle Vaughn

anywhere. It was probably parked inside the three car garage. Yet she didn’t need to see his car or look at the address numbers next to the door to know it was Jace’s cabin. It looked like somewhere he would live. It sort of reminded Violet of him. Big, solid and strong with stone columns in front and composite decking.
    It was so peaceful here. The perfect place to relax and heal from injury.
    The perfect place to begin an illicit affair , she thought wickedly. Was there such a thing as an affair that wasn’t illicit?
    Great. Here Violet had only known Jace for a short time—hours, really—and she was already having warm and cozy thoughts about him.
    Reminding herself again that her visit was strictly business, Violet gathered her wits about her and parked in the driveway.
    When she got out of her car, she inhaled the fragrant pine air. The air was chillier up here in the mountains. At least ten degrees colder. Snowflakes fluttered to the ground and a few of them even stuck to the pine needles on the ground. What a gorgeous place to live.
    Violet caught herself staring at the beautiful cabin and had to clamp her mouth shut for fear of looking like a slack-jawed idiot when she saw Jace.
    Strictly business.
    She hauled her massage table out of the trunk and up to the front door.
    Within seconds of knocking on the giant oak door, Jace swung it open and greeted her with a knee-weakening smile. “Hi,” he said.
    Part of him had been disappointed when Patricia took his call. He’d been looking forward to seeing hot little Violet again and now here she was. Standing on his doorstep looking like a gift from above.
    Violet’s breath hitched in her throat. He was as handsome as he’d been two days ago.
    No, wait. He was even more handsome today being at home in his own element.
    So she hadn’t imagined those broad shoulders, that lean torso, the twinkle in his eye. That invisible magnetism that pulled her to him. She was drawn to him like Senior citizens to Boca Raton, Florida.
    To make matters worse, s weat dotted his skin and he was wearing workout clothes. The thought of Jace working out and working up a sweat caused certain body parts to clench.
    “Hi,” she answered back after the long, shameless perusal of his body.
    “Did you find the place okay?” he asked.
    She snorted. “Honestly, I was beginning to think Pats sent me on a wild goose chase for Aunt Keyster Way!”
    His forehead wrinkled and she waved her hand. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here now.”
    He smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Next time it’ll be easier to find.”
    Next time? Violet didn’t know if her central nervous system could handle a next time. Oh, well. It would just have to. She was definitely looking forward to seeing him again. Now that she knew how to find him, there wasn’t anything standing between them. Except for maybe the fact that she was engaged.
    Details, shmetails.
    Jace noticed the huge table she was holding onto and went to grab it for her. “Here, let me help you with that.”
    “ Oh, I’ve got it,” she told him and waved off his help.
    “ Are you sure you don’t want some help with that thing? It’s bigger than you are.”
    She smiled. “No, thanks. I’ve been lugging this thing around town for years.”
    “ Well, come on in and set it down then.”
    Devoid of any feminine touches, the inside of Jace’s mountain hideaway was masculine and comfortably functional. The living room was rustic, yet modern and had a stone fireplace, cathedral ceilings with long log beams, and tongue-and-groove wood ceilings. The furniture consisted of sturdy wood end tables, a big, mushy brown leather couch and a matching recliner in front of a big screen TV.
    “I was just working out and I’m sorta sweaty ,” Jace explained. Just because he was injured didn’t mean he could stay home and slack off. “Do you mind if I grab a quick shower?” he asked.
    Immediately, Violet’s brain thought of all the ways a man