He took a step back, his hands in his pocket and his eyes full of mischief.
I gave him a withering stare. “Don’t even think about it. Hey, is the heater in your room working?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I froze last night, mine wouldn’t turn on.”
His eyes widened before he turned and strode toward my bedroom. I breathed a small sigh of relief with him out of the room. It had been a long time since I had been around Chase, but he took up the entire room with his personality. I plucked the last piece of bacon off the pan on the stove and took a bite.
“It’s the breaker,” he called from the hallway.
I turned to face him, leaning against the counter. “The breaker?”
He appeared around the corner, a slight chagrined look on his face. “I had to turn my heat on when I got here, and since I wasn’t planning on using the second room, I kept it off. I didn’t even think about that last night. I just turned it on now.”
Cue another palm to the face. That was something I could have fixed myself. “I wish I would have thought of that last night, while I was freezing to death.”
He walked back to the kitchen and took a seat on the top of the table. He leaned back, his hands resting on the table behind him. “If you were cold, you could have come snuggled with me.”
I took in his alluring, self-assured smile with disgust. “Let me be clear. I wouldn’t snuggle with you if you had just donated a kidney to save my grandpa’s life. Okay?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his smile grew even wider at my words. Everything was such a game to him.
“I’ve missed your sweet talk. When does our no talking rule start?”
“Right after I finish eating your bacon.” I smiled sweetly, and took another bite of the pig flesh in my hand.
He looked up toward the ceiling, blowing out a breath which sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “So many inappropriate thoughts running through my head. Probably best you stop talking. One question though— what are you planning on eating all week?”
Noticing my widened eyes, he continued, “I mean, I always enjoy making a lady breakfast in the morning, but that was the least amount of action I’ve ever gotten at a sleepover.”
“I highly doubt that.”
He grinned and raised his eyebrows.
“You’re such a pig.”
“Did you pack food? Because other than some packs of hot chocolate and a few questionable cans of oatmeal, this cabin is seriously lacking in stuff to eat. Matt told me I had to pack all my food in, but I wasn’t planning on feeding an extra person.”
I bristled a bit at that comment. I had just as much right as he had to be here. “I was just heading out to get it.”
He looked incredulous as he glanced toward the window. “Where?”
“My car is parked down the road a bit. It couldn’t make it up the hill last night in the storm.”
“It’s down the hill? And you brought acarup here?”
Okay, I definitely did not like him looking at me like I was stupid. That was my job. “Yeah. It did great up until the last turn.”
He strode toward the window, flinging back the polyester curtain as he peered outside. My stomach lurched at the swirling snow. “We must have gotten close to ten inches last night, with more to come. It was below freezing all night.”
“Yeah, I was aware of that,” I said, stooping next to the doorway to pull on my boots.
He sighed as he moved toward the coat rack. “You’ll probably need some muscle then.”
“Matt’s not here, so I’ll just do it myself.”
“Good one, pimple.”