Marriage by Contract Part 2. Sandra Steffen

you see that road winding up the mountain?” she asked. “That leads to Jenna’s cabin.”

      “How far up the mountain does she live?”

      Thankful to have finally hit upon a safe topic, she said, “It’s a ten-minute jaunt the way the crow flies, but like they say here in the Rockies—”

      “You can’t get there from here.” Their voices came in unison, his deep and husky, hers throaty and soft. There was something about the combination that replaced the nerves in her stomach with a warmth that seemed to have a life of its own.

      Her emotions whirled; her thoughts spun. Staring at the sharp lines of his profile, she said, “Jenna claims that every time two people speak in unison, a wish is about to come true.”