“We pulled you out.” “We?” Quik adjusted the blankets over his arms. There must have been a crack in the ice nearby. His stove had tipped over and the hot metal had melted clear through the ice. He plopped his feet to the floor only to have them land in several inches of water. He’d fallen asleep and woken up when the ice cracked.
“You fell in the water.” “I know.” At least, he thought he knew. Why did this woman bring to mind sweet things like powdered sugar and chocolate and kisses at sunset? He gave his head a mighty shake.
With her red hair and fair skin, she should have flushed bright red, but only this sprinkling of pink appeared, like she’d been dusted with pink powdered sugar.
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