‘You’ll have to spend the rest of the night some place else,’ one of the fire officers said. ‘That roof doesn’t look too safe. Another gust of wind and the whole lot could come down.’
‘I’ll take her home with me,’ Rafe said.
What did you just say? Are you out of your mind? It was too late to take it back, as the fire officer had already given a nod of approval and moved off to talk to one of the other officers.
Poppy glanced up at Rafe with a frown. ‘I can stay with Chloe and her mother. I’ll just give her a call...’ Her face suddenly fell. ‘Except my phone is upstairs by the bed.’
‘It’s two in the morning,’ Rafe said. ‘We’ll sort out more permanent accommodation later.’ You think that’s going to happen once you’ve got her under your roof? ‘Right now you need a hot drink and a warm comfortable bed.’
He led her to his car, got her settled in the passenger seat and put the dogs in the back before taking his place behind the wheel. The voice of his control centre was still nagging at him like an alarm bell that hadn’t been attended to: what are you doing, man? Take her to a hotel.
But somehow
he managed to mute it as he turned over the engine and glanced at Poppy sitting beside him. ‘All right?’ he asked.
Her toffee-brown eyes seemed too big for her small white face. ‘I think my phone is crushed under that branch.’
He reached over and gave one of her hands a gentle squeeze. ‘Phones are easy to replace. They’re a dime a dozen.’
She gave him a weak smile. ‘Thank you for rescuing me and the dogs.’
He gave her hand a little pat before returning his to the steering wheel. ‘Don’t mention it.’
* * *
Poppy was still wearing Rafe’s jacket as she sat at the kitchen table half an hour later, her hands cupped around a mug of hot chocolate. There wasn’t a single tea leaf in the manor, not even a tea bag. The dogs were settled in the laundry on a pile of blankets Rafe had found. Pickles had even licked Rafe’s hand instead of snarling at him.
‘Do you need a refill?’ Rafe asked as he came in from giving the dogs a bowl of water.
‘No, this is perfect, thank you,’ Poppy said. ‘I’m starting to feel almost normal again.’
His dark gaze narrowed in focus. ‘What’s that on your chin?’
She put a hand to her face. ‘Oh...nothing. Just a little allergic reaction...’
He took her chin gently between his finger and thumb. Something moved behind his eyes, a softening, loosening look that made her belly turn over. He ever-so-gently passed the pad of his thumb over the reddened area. ‘I’ve got some cream upstairs to put on that.’
Poppy gave him a pert look to disguise her reaction to his closeness. ‘I suppose you have to keep an industrial-size container by your bedside, along with a giant box of condoms.’
The edge of his mouth lifted in a wry smile. ‘I only have three on me. They’re in my wallet.’
‘You surprise me,’ she said. ‘I thought you’d have them strategically placed all around the house.’
His hand fell away from her face, his expression becoming shuttered. ‘The stuff you read about me and my brothers is not always true. We’re not the partying time-wasters we’re made out to be.’
‘Haven’t you heard the expression “no smoke without fire”?’
‘Yes.’ His eyes glinted as they came back to hers. ‘I’ve also heard the one about playing with matches. Do I need to remind you of it?’
Poppy schooled her features into icy hauteur. ‘Do you really think I would’ve slept with you the other night?’
‘Undoubtedly.’
His arrogant confidence irked her into throwing back, ‘I was interested in kissing you again, I will admit that, but that’s as far as I was going to take it. But then, I suppose you assume every woman you kiss is yours for the taking. Obviously, I’m the exception to the rule.’
‘That’s something we could easily test—’ he paused for a heart-stopping beat ‘—if you’re game.’
Poppy didn’t know if he was calling her bluff or not. Either way, she wished she hadn’t been so foolishly reckless in brandishing about a self-confidence she didn’t even possess. He had kissed her twice now and she had practically melted in his arms. What would another kiss do?