"I'll take the back areas and look for coal and firewood, if you want to take the front doors to see if anyone is home," Owen told me, and I agreed. W... parted then, and I went toward the front of the next cabin.The snow was about eighteen inches deep, and I sank down into it with each step. It was fortunate that I had boots on and had found some long wool pants to wear under my dress. I had tucked the pants legs into the top of the boots. The bottom of my dress was soon full of snow.The steps. The cab driver thinks Rose is staring with some fascination at the scenery, in actuality she's miles away, wondering what awaits her in Auckland. Rose decided weeks ago that the first night was not the right time to meet up with him. After half a dozen hours in transit, late at night, she knows she will be feeling neither fresh, nor amazing. Rose wants their first meeting to be dazzling. A lover's first impression should never be dispassionate and she wants him to melt for her, this man she. She strode confidently towards Celia turning the heads of the patrons asshe passed. She was smiling, beaming actually, her beautiful face lit upwith ardour and excitement."I stole your lipstick." She smiled and studied Celia's face."Err... pardon?" Celia was taken aback."Oh I love your accent." Her smile widened."Sorry; I stole your lipstick. When I saw you in our offices today andsaw that gorgeous tone of lipstick I had to have it, so I went downtownand bought a stick" the woman. She cupped him through his jeans and squeezed. "I need you."His voice was rough as he tugged her sleeve. "Take this off."She sat back and reached for the edge of the nightgown. With her eyes locked on his, she began to draw it up.Cody's breathing grew ragged and his fingers dug into her thighs. He dropped his eyes to follow the blue silk as it slid up her body. He saw the smooth skin of her legs, the curls at their juncture, then the scar to the right of her navel. On instinct, he ran his hands.