Page 16 of Melt for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 1)

"I spent a summer on a ranch in Texas working with the horses when I was in my teens."

"Oh." Wow. That wasn't what I was expecting at all. I was thinking maybe he had sisters or he had just been with so many different women that he picked it up or one of them taught him. "How long do you think we've been in here?"

"I'm not sure. It's hard to say. Thirty minutes, an hour."

Oh my God! We have to be rescued soon. I don't think I can make it for very much longer. Something on my face must give away how I'm feeling because Jag reaches out to touch my hand.

"Hey, we have to stay positive and focused, okay. We can't let ourselves get down."

I don't answer him this time. I can't. I'm afraid I'll start to cry. He's up and walking to a stack of towels folded on the benches. He fans one out on the floor.

"Lay."

"What?"

"Lay down. I'll help you relax."

Um, "How?"

He gives me a cocked eyebrow and I find myself doing what he asks. He directs me to lie on my belly next to him. "Unbutton your shirt."

I pop up and give him a look. Yeah, right.

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