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“Do you think it’s safe to open the trunk?” she asked.
I started to say no, absolutely not, but it seemed pretty safe to me. Still, I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Let me get it,” I said. “You stay here. What is it you need?”
“All of it. My suitcase. The gifts.”
I stared at her, and that was when I really got a good look at her. Damn, she was beautiful. Most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She had mesmerizing green eyes, and her auburn hair made them stand out against her porcelain skin.
Despite the stress of the moment, I felt something. A spark. And a thought that rocked me to the core. This was the very type of woman I’d looked for in my younger years.
“Gifts?” I asked.
Christmas was two months ago. But it was Valentine’s Day weekend. Oh, that made sense. She was meeting her lover for Valentine’s Day.
But the only thing past my house was Jasper Phillips’ cabin. Maybe she’d taken a wrong turn, and she was headed for Gage’sor Brody’s house. Whoever he was, he was a lucky son of a bitch to be sleeping with this gorgeous woman this weekend. What I wouldn’t do to wrap my arms around this beautiful redhead, maybe kissing her from head to toe. Sliding my cock deep into her wet folds. Stroking her clit as she cried out my name and begged me not to stop.
Yeah, it’d been way too long without a woman. I’d have to do something about that. In the meantime, I needed to make sure this woman and her vehicle were taken care of.
And I needed to keep my hands to myself.
2
PHOEBE
Holy hell on wheels. This guy was hot.
I registered that in the back of my mind as I tried to take in what had happened. I’d just wrecked my SUV—my most valuable possession. That meant I was stranded at the top of this mountain with no way to get home.
Was I seriously letting my hormones take over? Now? Maybe it was my mind’s weird way of coping. No, this guy’s hotness was impossible to ignore.
I tried not to stare as he unloaded my suitcase and the two wrapped gifts I’d brought for my cousin, who was the bride in this wedding. One of the gifts was from me and one was from my brother. Yeah, we could have shipped the gifts, but both of us were procrastinators. I didn’t want to show up at the wedding giftless with a bunch of excuses about how my present would arrive later.
“We should call the police,” I said.
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my phone, frowning at the screen. No bars. I’d noticed that as I climbed the mountain just before the accident. My destination was just overthe hill, though, so I didn’t need GPS at that point. I’d been so close. So close…yet it may as well have been a thousand miles.
“You won’t get any police up here,” he said. “Not in this weather. And even then…”
I stared at him. It was weird, but there was something very unexpected about this man. He reminded me of the tech guys I worked with, but he was muscular and gruff. The perfect combination of street smarts and book smarts. That was a bold assessment to make after a few words, but my mind was trying to grab onto something that made sense right now.
“We only have a sheriff in this town,” the guy said. “It’s a one-man operation. I say we carry all this to my house and figure it out from there.”
He didn’t wait for my answer, just grabbed one of the gifts off the ground, picked up my suitcase by the handle, and started walking.
“That rolls,” I called after him.
But he was well on his way by then, the snow crunching beneath his shoes as he walked. I looked around and picked up the other gift before running to catch up with him. I’d barely gotten four steps, though, when a snowflake hit my head, then another one hit my nose.
Great. Just what we needed. More snow.
By the time we reached the steps leading to the front door of the tiny cabin, the snow was coming down harder, making me grateful he’d taken off when he did. It was like he’d known things were about to get worse. Maybe I was in good hands.
He pushed open the door and stepped back, gesturing for me to enter and shifting the suitcase from his right to his left hand. I hesitated a second on the top step. All I could think about was the Unabomber. Didn’t he live in a tiny cabin? What if this guy was some sort of maniac?
“It’s kind of cold out here,” he said.
His words reminded me I didn’t really have a choice. Well, unless you included the choice of standing out here and freezing to death. Or the choice of staying with my car and waiting for somebody else to come along while starving to death.
