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“Whatever we’re doing, let’s do it,” I said.
Without waiting for her response, I started around the front of the vehicle, heading straight to the passenger side of the car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her following, but I got to the door well ahead of her. I peeked through the window, getting just enough of a break in the fog to make out a small puff of white fur.
“How long have you been stranded here?” I asked as the woman approached.
That was when I got a better look at her face. There were worry lines around her eyes, and her jaw was clenched. She was stressed—maybe even anxious, judging by the way her eyes seemed to dance around. Maybe she’d calm down once she saw the dog was okay.
“Just a few minutes,” she said. “It’s amazing you got here so fast. I just called.”
I frowned. “I happened to be driving by.”
That wasn’t entirely true. I ventured out to see if anyone needed help, with no idea the snow was about to get worse. I was mostly looking out for locals, and this woman definitely wasn’t a local. The Florida tags on her car told me she probably wasn’t even used to snow.
“I spoke to someone.” She looked past me at the road again. “They were supposed to be sending the police.”
I almost laughed out loud at that. There wasn’t a police department in this town. Just the local sheriff. He wasn’t all that helpful in situations like this.
As if sensing he was being ignored, Max let out a little bark. It was the high-pitched yip that I’d expect a small white dog to make.
Again, I scanned the road to verify we were safe and pulled on the handle. The door popped open, catching on the ground. Luckily, there would be enough space for me to squeeze in and grab the dog, but I stopped myself, remembering Max might bite.
“I’ll grab him,” she said.
I stepped back and let Max’s owner retrieve him. As she bent over, though, I couldn’t help checking out her ass. That was probably wrong of me, but I was in dire need of a good lay. I’d had a long-distance relationship with a woman in Raleigh a couple of years ago, and it ended with so much drama, I’d stayed to myself since.
I far preferred my own company to the emotional highs and lows of being in a relationship. But a woman like this might be able to change my mind.
“It’s okay,” she said to her dog as she squeezed back out of the doorway, standing.
As I stared at her, cuddling the little dog in her arms, something weird happened to me. It was an almost overwhelming feeling, this attraction. It went well beyond those generous curves and plump pink lips. This was a woman who took care of her emotional support dog.
And I suddenly had the urge to take care of both of them.
Okay, the chill was definitely getting to me. I gestured toward my truck, then looked back at her car.
“Do you have anything you need to take with you?” I asked.
“Take with me?”
“I’m getting you out of here,” I said. “It’s not safe.”
“But my car…” She looked toward it. “And the wedding.”
Oh. Now things made sense.
“You’re here for Bo Phillips’ wedding?” I asked.
She nodded. “Max is the ring bearer.”
The dog was the ring bearer. Now, I’d heard it all.
“Can you get me up to the cabin?” she asked.
Bo was getting married at his dad’s cabin. Unfortunately, that cabin was all the way at the top of the mountain.
“I don’t think that’s wise,” I said. “Not with these road conditions. Where are you staying?”
“The cabin,” she said.
