‘You,’ he said again.
‘You’re being very annoying.’
Adam lifted his woollen cap off, raking his hands through his hair. ‘Come down here and I’ll show you how annoying I can be.’
‘I’m in my pyjamas.’
‘I don’t mind.’
Of course he didn’t. Kitty looked down at her fleecy bottoms and top, smiling at the white sheep nestled into the pink flannel. Adam was probably imagining satin and lingerie, not a fairy-tale delight.
‘And then?’ she questioned.
‘What do you mean?’
‘What are we going to do then?’ She was starting to worry somebody was going to discover them. It was still only the evening, after all. Everett or Drake could be taking a walk around the grounds and discover Adam shouting up at her window.
‘You want me to spell it out?’
‘I don’t know. How many letters?’
His laughter boomed through the night air. ‘Kitty, get your sweet ass down here and come see me. Then we can play Scrabble all night if you want to.’
Scrabble wasn’t really what Kitty had in mind. She didn’t think it was at the top of Adam’s list, either.
‘Give me a minute to get dressed.’
‘Nah, come down like that, just put a coat and some boots on. We’ll take the Skidoo. Hurry up, princess.’
Jesus, was there a snow-related vehicle the Kleins didn’t have? ‘Is there something wrong with princesses?’
‘As long as they don’t expect me to be Prince Charming, there’s nothing wrong at all.’
She had to cover her mouth to deaden the laugh. ‘You don’t want to be my knight on a white Skidoo?’
‘I’ll be anything you want me to be if you’ll just get your ass down here.’
Sensing his impatience, Kitty slammed the window shut and pulled on her socks and boots. She checked herself out in the mirror; pink sheep pyjamas, black insulated boots and a face devoid of make-up. She wasn’t exactly dressed to kill. Doing the best she could, she fluffed her hair up and pinched her cheeks. Hopefully his cabin would be dark, lit only by the licking flames of the fire, and she’d be able to carry off that just-got-out-of-bed look.
Who was she trying to kid? It was more likely to be a just-got-into-bed look she was going to be wearing. She knew a booty call when she saw one.
When she wrenched open the kitchen door, Adam was standing on the step, his cap pulled firmly over his brow. His face split into a grin and he pulled her close, his coat freezing against her overheated face.
Of course, her traitorous nipples hardened straight away. When she pulled back, his eyes zeroed right in on them.
‘That’s from the cold, not because I’m insanely attracted to you.’
His lips twitched. ‘Of course.’
‘So maybe you could fire up your stupid Skidoo and get me down to your cabin before the rest of my body freezes up.’
‘Put your coat on.’ He gestured at the thick padded jacket in her hand. ‘We’re taking a detour.’
She threaded her arms through the coat, zipping it up tightly. Adam took his scarf and wrapped it around her neck, kissing the tip of her nose with his soft lips. ‘Nice pyjamas, by the way.’
‘I thought you’d like them,’ she said, grinning.
‘I’d like them even better on my floor.’