Baby, It's Cold Outside (Completed)

Chapter Three

Last night, Maggie had the most terrible shower she'd ever experienced. She stepped under the shower head, getting ready to wash away the events of the day when she was blasted by a pail of ice. She shrieked and quickly turned the water off, hearing what sounded suspiciously like a deep male chuckle at the door, then continued to take care of her ablutions and cowboy splashed in the basin.

She really had no desire to wash in the icy cold water but she hated feeling dirty or sticky which were feelings often associated with being sick or injured. She also had no other options besides the basin or shower and decided she would be less cold using the basin.

The task had taken her over an hour with her injury even though she finished as quickly as possible, spurred on by the possibility of food as her stomach growled. She hadn't really meant what she said about there being no food yesterday, she just felt like being whiney at that point. Food on the fire took considerably longer than on the stove -and was often burnt on the outside and raw on the inside, though as hungry as she was, she'd have eaten cheese with the wrapper over it!

Maggie had shook her head at the thought and chuckled lightly, then followed the smell of meat that greet her nostrils as soon as she exited the bathroom.

Daniel, she saw once moving to what looked like the lounge, was hovering over at the fireplace cursing furiously about something or someone stupid as he tended the fire. She noticed a small black metallic pot sitting on the logs. She also noted with a touch of disappointment that he was wearing some type of black long sleeved t-shirt that covered his delicious physique. While she missed the view, Maggie could understand why he had the desire to be fully dressed. The bedroom was warmer but she felt something closer to the real temperature as soon as she left the room -even though there was a small fire burning.

He was glancing repeatedly at the fire and back to his arm where she noticed a watch where his sleeve had been rolled up.

She didn't mind him bending over the fire and was loathe to disturb him because it afforded her a lovely view of his derriere.

She bit her lip and smiled. She never considered herself an 'ass' person but with the fine specimen before her, it was hard not to be impressed at the current object of her affection, covered in a dark grey denim, posed in the air for her view.

Maggie assumed he was trying to make food for the two of them and found it incredibly hard to remain angry at Daniel for what she assumed were his earlier slip-ups. He was so unconsciously kind and thoughtful. He had alluded to the fact that he had set aside a few things for her but she had assumed that it was just a few things to wear -plus the long johns which were something similar to leggings- but it had been so much more than that. He had included a small bag with the clothing which included a towel, a deliciously male smelling soap and some under arm, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, some toothpaste, a few hair ties and a pair of warm bootie slippers which she now wore .

All of the items were new.

Truly, it was a mission to remain angry with him -and if he could just stop scowling and start smiling more, it would be easy for a girl to fall in love with him.

She sighed before she even realised what she had thought, but blushed and bit her lip shyly when he turned around and caught her ogling him.

He looked surprised and twisted around to see if there was something there.

Maggie bit her lip once again to quell the laugh that wanted to burst from her lips and decided to draw his attention to something else before he realised what she'd been doing.

"Smells good."

She moved forward with her chair-crutch.

He grunted in reply and turned back to his task. It seemed that while she could not remain angry with him, he could remain angry with her.