A Touch of Spring
““Well, you’ve found me. Now, if you don’t mind giving me some privacy, I need to get dressed.”
His expression hardened. “As a matter of fact I do mind. You’re in my bed, and I believe that’s my robe you’re wearing.”
Of all the hotels in Zermatt, how the hell had she managed to end up in his room? Out of the corner of her eye, Roz glimpsed her ski clothes scattered on the floor. There was no way she could run away from this one. Striving for dignity, she edged off the bed. “If you were a gentleman, you’d turn around.”
“If you were a lady, I might.”
He caught the direction of her gaze and moved to intercept her. “What’s up with you, Roz? You’ve been acting strange since the avalanche. Maybe you need to go back to the hospital?”
And run in to Gorev again? Roz was in enough trouble without meeting the Russian again. She had to find out where she’d hidden the painting and get out of Zermatt for good.
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