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Inclement Weather
THEY PUT ON their winter kit again and edged out of the driver’s door. It was so cold Sylvie was as quick as she could be, but Jean-Luc had still beaten her back into the car. As her side hadn’t been cleared of snow, she had to slide across Jean-Luc’s lap to get back into her seat. She was halfway across his knees, trying her best not to be conscious of his warm male body beneath hers, when he put his arms around her and halted her progress.
She struggled, but he held her fast. “Come on, forfeit time,” he said, in a light teasing way.
“Jean-Luc, let me go!”
“Not till you tell me the name of your last boyfriend.”
All at once, the fight went out of her and she sagged in Jean-Luc’s arms, not saying a word.
Jean-Luc slackened his hold on her and, with great gentlene
