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e automatic doors at the main entrance.
She was wearing a coat over the unflattering tracksuit. There was sleet in her hair. Her cheeks and nose were red with cold. Spotting Trapper, she hurried over. “I was coming to look for you.”
“I was coming to find you.”
“The Major?”
“Against all odds, it looks like he’s going to make it.” Talking over the questions he saw forming on her lips, he said, “Your car’s an icicle. How’d you get here?”
“I hitched a ride in the van with the crew. They were deployed to help cover the press conference. I had them drop me here in front, and they drove around.”
“I thought you had a deputy guarding you.”
“He followed us in his patrol car.” She pointed through the glass doors. Parked at the curb was a sheriff’s unit, engine running, lights flashing. “He’s going to wait there. I told him I wouldn’t be long.”
Trapper hooked his hand around her elbow and steered her down a corridor. “You weren’t invited to the press conference?”
“Another reporter is covering it. Besides, I have an exclusive with the son. How is The Major?”
“I told you.”
She pulled up and brought him around to face her. “I want details.”
He gave her the summary and answered a dozen questions. When she was satisfied that he’d told her everything he knew, she said in wonderment, “I can’t believe it. It’s a miracle.”
“No miracle. Good trauma surgeon.” Trapper took her arm again and propelled her to the end of the wide hall, where he shoved open a heavy metal door, an employee exit, and ushered her through.
“Where are we going?”
“I’ll give you a ride back to the motel.”
“I hoped to see The Major.”
“They won’t let you tonight.”
“Just long enough to say hello and tell him—”
“They won’t let you.”
She conceded. “All right. I’ll try again in the morning. But you don’t have to give me a ride. I can wait till the press conference is over and go back with the crew or the deputy.”
“I thought you wanted an exclusive with ‘the son.’”
She looked back toward the building they’d just exited. “Can’t we talk inside? Maybe over some hot chocolate?”
“If you’re spotted in there, you’ll be stampeded. I have been. We won’t have any privacy.”
After a few seconds of indecision, she took her phone from her coat pocket, tapped in a number, and told whoever answered that she had another ride back to the motel. During her brief conversation, Trapper steered her around patches of black ice on the parking lot. Nearing the SUV, he unlocked it with a key fob and hoisted her into the passenger seat.
As he did, he made brushing contact with her thigh. He wished his hand were still inside the ugly, baggy track pants, his palm on her hip, pulling her to him and securing her there. He thought something similar must’ve been going through her mind, because when their eyes met, it was like time rewound at warp speed and they were mouth to mouth, middle to middle again.
But she took a quick little breath, then looked away.
And he was getting pelted with sleet.
He shut her door and went around. As soon as he climbed in, he cranked the engine and switched on the windshield wipers. They scraped across the icy accumulation a few times, but with the defroster on high, the crusting of sleet began to break up well enough for him to see to drive. He backed out of the parking space, navigated through the lot, and then turned onto the street.
“Do you still have your phone handy?” he asked Kerra.
