Excerpt of And the Winner Gets... Married by Metsy Hingle

"Damn," Justin muttered as he flipped the light switches
and the room remained in darkness. He went to the window,
looked out across the neighboring grounds that showed no
signs of life. "Looks like the storm took out a power
line. Will you be okay while I go see about lighting some
candles?"

"I'll be fine," Kim told him.

"Good. Don't move. I'll be right back."

Kim didn't move. Instead she stood at the windows and took
advantage of the floor-to-ceiling glass to observe the
fireworks display the lightning storm was conducting over
the lake. Rain battered against the windowpanes, and Kim
pressed her fingers against the glass. There was a savage
beauty to the storm, she thought, transfixed by the jagged
bolts of light slicing through the dark sky like a sword.
There was something elemental about the storm that struck
some chord deep inside her.

"You're shivering," Justin said from behind her.

And as she turned to face him, only then did Kim realize
that she was indeed shivering. He draped a towel around
her, pulled the ends together under her chin. "Better?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Kim, don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like you want me."

"And if I told you that I do?"

This time it was Justin who shivered. Gripping the edges
of the towel, he pulled her closer.