The Billioniare's Bought Bride (Contemporary Romance) by Michele Dunaway

resounding thud. “Maddy?  What’s—” Dylan sized up the situation instantly.
    “I thought the damper was open.” Maddy cranked open another window, the cold breeze bursting in. 
    Dylan grabbed the poker and pushed the wood back against the back wall of the fireplace. Immediately smoke headed up the chimney
    “The damper is open,” he said. “Give the room a minute to air out and then close the windows.” 
    Dylan set the poker down and began waving a pillow under the smoke detector, the stirring of the air causing the alarm to mercifully cease.
    “What did I do wrong?”
    “You had the fire too far forward. If it’s not all the way back, the smoke doesn’t go up but instead comes into the room.”
    Her pride injured, she glared at Dylan. “Don’t tell me you were a Boy Scout.”
    “All the way to Eagle. I guess it helped that my father was a scoutmaster.”
    Maddy flounced onto the bed and yanked the covers to her chin. She’d wanted to be a Girl Scout, but it hadn’t been ladylike enough for her grandparents. She’d gotten private golf and tennis lessons at a St. Louis country club instead. “Thank you for fixing the fire. The front came through early.”
    “It did.” As the room emptied of smoke, Dylan began to close the windows. “I think we’ll leave in the morning since I’ve heard it’s not going to warm up. Summer’s over early. If I know Dad, he’ll want to get a jump on school preparations and suggest leaving even before I do.”
    As Dylan finished with the windows, Maddy’s stomach suddenly noticed his sleepwear, or in better terms, lack of it. He wore only a pair of black karate pants. Bare chest muscles flexed as he finished cranking the last window.
    “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.
    “I wasn’t until I came in here,” he admitted as he stepped back toward the fire. “I’m under a heavy down comforter. You’re under that light quilt.”
    She jutted her chin forward. “Well, your designer picked it out. She forgot the heated blanket.”
    The corner of his lips inched into a smile. “Tell you what, I’ll give you my comforter, but you’ll have to share.”
    “Share?”
    A log popped at that moment, accentuating the tension. He’d just offered to share his comforter. Her mouth dried as he bent over and loaded some larger logs onto the grate.  Madison crawled back into bed and rubbed her feet on the sheets, trying to use friction to banish the chill in her toes. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. The fire will warm this room quickly.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Are you planning on being awake for a while? You’ll have to keep the fire going to get these stones heated.”
    Dylan’s chest flexed as he straightened and Maddy swallowed. The room wasn’t the only thing heating up.
    “Of course I’ll stay up,” Maddy insisted. “Just tell me what to do.”
    He laughed, a deep sound that echoed in the room. “Wait here,” he said. He returned with the down comforter and with a flick of his wrist settled it over her. “I’ll make you a deal. Let me catch a few winks on that side of the bed and I’ll keep the fire going.”
    Another deal. Madison glanced at Dylan and then her fireplace. Once again, like with saving Summerhaven, she had two choices. This time, instead of Dylan or condos, it was that Dylan could stay in her bed and keep her fire going or her teeth could chatter when it burned out. Fate was infuriating. “Fine. But you have to stay on your side.”
    The left corner of his mouth lifted. “Afraid your body might wander?”
    Yes! “No, but my feet are very cold and you may not like it if you leave your designated space.” 
    He pointed. “Scoot over. I promise to behave, but only if you do the same thing.”
    “Me not behave? In your dreams, buddy.”
    Dylan’s obsidian eyes intensified. “Oh, definitely in my dreams, Maddy. You’ve definitely been there. Shall I tell you about them?”
    No, she didn’t need to hear about his dreams.