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327 pages, Paperback
First published April 8, 2025
❝Elodie was the kind of person who would dance on a rooftop if dared (or even if not), whereas he was, quite properly, a ladders and read-the-safety-manual-in-its-entirety man.❞
❝Elodie’s eyes shone as green as a man might imagine the meadows of heaven looked—
And at that, Gabriel came abruptly back to his senses with a scientific, self-disgusting thud. Imagine? Heaven? This was what the woman did to him. Much longer in her sphere of influence and he’d be writing poetry and adopting fluffy kittens.❞
❝There are worlds within worlds, and entire universes in the heart of a woman.❞
❝Come here,” he said suddenly. Elodie did not even have time to comprehend the instruction before he stepped into her path, requiring her to make an abrupt halt. And then—and then!—he gently gathered her into his arms.
Even while Elodie was blinking with confused astonishment, he wrapped his coat around her—most pertinently, with him still inside it. True, he held her with patent awkwardness, and yet it must be stressed, he held her. Indeed, one might even classify it as an embrace.❞
❝You’re freezing, and I do not wish to endure a lecture from Mr. Jennings about the cost of your funeral should you die of hypothermia.
“Okay.” Hypothermia was no longer a risk; indeed, she had grown so hot in the span of mere seconds that she was surprised steam did not arise from her body.
“This is not a hug.”
“Understood.”
“It is first aid.❞
❝That makes you sad,” Gabriel hazarded.
If he was right, then forget crocodiles. Poisonous spiders. Large, black poisonous spiders with incurable venom. Even better, he’d toss George into a pit of crocodiles for making Elodie sad, and then toss poisonous spiders in after him for daring to even think of Elodie at all.❞
❝Suddenly he was embracing her. Or, to be more precise, he was holding his arms around her with a rigidity that felt rather like being embraced by a tree.
“Um, are you sure you want to do this?” she said. Awkwardly.
“Yes.”
“Because if you—”
“It’s fine. Do you intend to participate also?”
“Oh. Right.” She hugged him close, snuggling against the rock-hard cliff face of his pectoral region.
“See, this is easy,” she lied cheerfully. “We should soon become desensitized.”
“Hm.”
They waited in taut silence.
And waited.
“This is taking longer than I anticipated,” Gabriel grumbled.
“Huuhh,” Elodie agreed.
“I’m exhausted,” he said. “Can we at least lie down?”
“Good idea.”
Still embracing, they shuffled sideways until they came to bed.
“Pull back the quilt,” Gabriel suggested.
Elodie reached out one hand to perform the task.
The bed was low-set, however, and she was forced to lean, taking Gabriel with her.
“Careful,” he said. “Don’t unbalance us.”
“Of course not.” She tossed back the heavy quilt, and the movement caused them to rock on their heels.
“We’re going to fall,” Gabriel warned.
“We won’t,” Elodie scoffed, and promptly toppled over.
They dropped together onto the bed, or more specifically onto each other on the bed.❞
❝He’d stiffened a little at the touch of her fingers, as if tenderness disconcerted him, and she’d snatched her hand back, anxious that she’d ruined the mood. He’d muttered something about sleeping and turned onto his back . . . but one second later he’d gathered her against his side, holding her warmly, protectively.❞
❝The next day we go home. Then you won’t have to be bothered anymore. And I’ll sleep on the mattress on the floor, so don’t worry about that either.”
“Bothered by what?” he asked.
Pretending she hadn’t heard this question, Elodie went to leave, but Gabriel moved to block her path.
Arms crossed, head tilted aslant, he regarded her in much the same way he would a new rendition of an old map. “Bothered by what?” he repeated.
But Elodie hadn’t spent the past year ducking out and disappearing as often as possible from any potential confrontation to start now. “Shouldn’t you take those spectacles off?” she asked. “You only need them for looking at things up close.”
“My focus is exactly where I want it to be. Bothered by what, Elodie?”
“We ought to keep moving, we’re wasting daylight.”
He stared at her for a further taut moment, then shrugged and turned away. “I’m never bothered by anything,” he muttered as he went down the stairs. “If I was the sort of person who got bothered, I wouldn’t be working as an emergency geographer,” Gabriel grumbled. “And I will be the one sleeping on the floor.”
“I’m not asking you to do that,” Elodie said.
“I know you’re not. I’m saying it. I am a gentleman.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t argue with a lady. I will sleep on the floor.”
“We’ll discuss this tonight,” he said. Which meant he considered the conversation permanently closed.❞
❝Woman, are you insane?”
Abruptly, Gabriel took a step forward. “Don’t speak to my wife like that.❞
❝I’m compelled, Elodie. I’m driven. My every thought circles back to you. My every breath wants to kiss you.❞
"We will... hug. Scientifically."