Snow Angels by Sabrina York Page A

spent some time yesterday figuring out how to work the ham radio. If they needed help, they could get it.
    Still, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to raid Lyssa’s car for more supplies. He wasn’t looking forward to the long, cold trudge down the mountain. Not when he could lie here, cocooned with her.
    His stomach rumbled again.
    This time it did wake her.
    She offered a sleepy smile. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning.” He kissed her. Then kissed her again.
    Even though he’d woken her to passion—several times—in the night, and even though he’d been utterly sated—several times—his cock stirred. There was something about her that inflamed him. She was irresistible.
    He rolled over to cover her, but something blocked him. He glanced down at the foot of the bed. Bo was sprawled between them. Biby, curled against the dog, paused in her grooming to glare. Wade chuckled. “Foiled again.” He’d evicted the animals from the bed numerous times during their nocturnal frolics. They always found their way back.
    “That’s okay,” Lyssa said. “I’m kinda hungry anyway.”
    Wade grimaced. “I don’t think there’s any more food.”
    She blanched. “No food?”
    “There’s an apple in the fridge.”
    “Why didn’t you bring more food?” Her outrage made him smile.
    “I brought plenty. I didn’t expect company, remember?”
    She harrumphed. “I don’t eat that much.”
    He kissed her. “I was due for a trip to the store, darling. Don’t pout.”
    “But I’m hungry.” She put out a lip. “I have low blood sugar, you know.”
    He checked the window. A muted sunlight peered through the glass. “It’s a nice day for a walk. I’m sure the snow has gone down. How much food did you bring?”
    “A lot.” She grinned.
    He kissed her nose. “If you don’t eat much, and you were coming here alone, why did you bring a lot of food?”
    He did not expect her reaction. She stiffened and turned away. Her shrug was weak.
    Something curled in his gut. He stroked her cheek, gently turned her to face him. “Lyssa? Why did you come up here?”
    “There was something I needed to do. I didn’t know how long it would take…. That’s all.”
    “What did you need to do?”
    She threw the covers back. The sudden chill racked him. “I need to pee.” Before he could stop her, she scampered into the bathroom and shut the door. She didn’t emerge for a long while. He was already dressed in his cold weather gear and cataloging the items in his backpack when she came out.
    “I…where are you going?”
    He pulled on his gloves. Her gaze fixated on his hands. “I’m going to your car.”
    She paled and clutched her belly as though he’d punched her. “Wait.”
    He grinned down at her. “Lyssa, we need some food. Did you lock it?”
    “Lock what?”
    “Your car.” He slipped his hunting knife into the pack. If the car was iced over, they might need it to break in.
    “Wait. Don’t go yet.”
    “It won’t take me long.”
    “Don’t go.”
    He should have paid more attention. He should have noticed the way she shook. When he finally did, chagrin lanced him. “Lyssa, honey, what’s wrong?” He tried to pull her into his arms, but she whirled away.
    “You’re not going alone.”
    “It’s a long hike. It’s cold. You don’t need to come.”
    She stared at him, her eyes as wide as a doe’s. “You’re not going alone. The last time we tried this you almost died.”
    “I did not almost die.”
    “You fell in a tree well.”
    “I did not almost die.”
    “You’re not going alone.” This, she pressed through tight lips. He could not argue with her insistence. She was pretty stubborn when she wanted to be. Besides, he would enjoy her company.
    “Okay. Suit up.”
    She did so, but slowly, as though in a fog. As though she really didn’t want to go. Wade chalked up her grogginess to the fact that she had just woken up and hadn’t had any coffee.
    Damn, he hoped she’d brought coffee.
    Finally,