Free Come Fly with Me by Sherryl Woods

deserved whatever she met while flying in coach.
    She tried to think of something positive to say just for her mother’s sake, if nothing else. Words failed her.
    â€œIt really wasn’t so bad,” she offered finally. Even she recognized that it was a weak compliment at best, so she tried to put a littlemore enthusiasm into it. “It was...white out there. Very white. I like white a lot.”
    In fact, she thought to herself, she’d never seen so much white in her life outside of a medical thriller she’d watched being filmed in a hospital laundry last year. This white definitely had been better than that.
    She sniffed, then sneezed. And sneezed again, harder. Her baleful glance at Mark was filled with blame.
    â€œGood Lord, don’t go catching a cold on me,” he murmured, moving close enough to help her off with her snow-covered jacket. His gaze met hers and caught. “Then I’ll never prove to you how wonderful this place is.”
    Lindsay didn’t think he could ever prove that to her, if he provided a sauna and let her stay in it twenty-four hours a day. Still, there was something to be said for being in the same room with him. She felt as if she was getting warmer by the second. She also seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty breathing and she knew it was far too soon for pneumonia to have set in. It must have something to do with the fact that his very masculine hands were just beneath her chin,which seemed instinctively to want to nestle in their warmth. Before she could give in to that crazy urge, he was slowly unzipping her jacket in an oddly intimate, provocative gesture that warmed her right down to her toes. It was definitely better than brandy, more intoxicating and infinitely more exciting.
    â€œI’ll run your bath right away,” he offered huskily, his hands lingering at her waist. It was an innocent enough offer, but Lindsay had a feeling that with very little encouragement he would be in that bath with her and, as appealing as it was, that would not be a good idea. Men and women who took baths together did not just get clean.
    She took a deep breath, sneezed again and waved him away. “I can run my own bath.”
    A slow grin turned up the corners of his very inviting mouth. “Lordy, you’re independent,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, then relented, dropping his hands from her waist. “Okay, if it’ll make you happy, you’re on your own. I’ll build the fire up a bit and start on dinner. You’ll find towels and things in the bathroom cupboard. If you can’t find something, just give a yell.”
    Among the “things” Lindsay found in thecupboard was a wide assortment of bubble bath. Pretending that she didn’t give a darn why it was there, she selected one that was lilac scented and spilled it in the water that gushed from the faucet in a satisfyingly steamy stream.
    Stripping off the damp layers of clothes that had only barely kept her from freezing to death, she stepped into the oversized tub and sank down in hot, soothing water and bubbles up to her chin.
    â€œAhh,” she sighed gratefully. Now this was her idea of the perfect way to end the day. If only she had a glass of wine and a book, she’d be in heaven. She leaned back and shut her eyes. When she opened them, she glanced toward the ceiling and blinked. Unless she was losing her mind, there was a star twinkling up there. Had she frozen to death after all and gone to heaven? She tried closing, then opening her eyes again. More stars glittered back at her from a darkening sky. With a sort of dazed astonishment, she realized that Mark had a slanting skylight in his bathroom! And, as she had somehow known it would be, this tub was definitely big enough for two. The sensuality inherent in thearchitectural design of the room intrigued her and set off odd little tingling sensations, which crept slowly along her spine and settled