Renata wiped the dog with a fluffy white towel, silently sending an apology to Caroline for the way she was using her good towels. “It must be crazy out there,” she said, trying to make conversation. “Yeah.” Renata had hoped for more of a response. She tried again. “Do you think it’s letting up any?” “No.” Noah hung his snow-covered coat in the closet, then headed to the kitchen, avoiding her gaze. Tension hung in the air between them. Was he angry with her? Renata was confused by his sudden attitude. Before he’d gone outside with Spike, he’d said some sweet things, touched her cheek. For a moment she’d thought he was going to kiss her. And she’d wanted him to. Then he’d backed off and run out into the storm. What did it say about her when a man would rather risk hypothermia than kiss her? Renata sighed. She was definitely missing a lovable gene. Whatever. She’d come here this weekend for peace and quiet, and since Noah didn’t seem to be talking to her anymore, she certainly had quiet.
