than his six foot frame. “I’m Nathan, by the way.”
“I’m Stacy ,” she replied, her teeth chattering.
“You must be freezing. Where’s your jacket? ” he asked as they started walking back toward her car in the snow.
“ What can I say? I’m and idiot. I forgot it at home,” she said, her breath frosty in the darkness.
“Here,” he said, unzipping his brown leather jacket. “Put this on.”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” she replied, smiling gratefully. “But, thank you. You’re so sweet.”
“No, really. I insist,” he replied, taking it off. He was wearing a wool sweater and all she had on was a lightweight knit top that, he had to admit, hugged her curves pretty sweetly.
“ If you insist. To be honest, I am freezing my ass off. So, thank you,” she said, putting it on. She pulled the zipper up and groaned in approval. “Oh, this is nice and toasty. I guess I didn’t realize how cold it was going to be today.”
“ I’m guessing it’s just going to get colder from here on out,” he said, sticking his hands into the pockets of his black pants. “So, you live around here?”
“No, actually, I’m just passing through,” she replied.
He glanced at her face again and couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment. Not only was she pretty, but her legs went on for miles.
I’m an ass , he thought, as Taylor’s face popped into his head. He’d just broken it off with her because of all the crazy shit in his life, and now he getting excited about a total stranger.
She grinned. “I take it you’re from Shore Lake?”
“Well, we just moved here a few months ago,” he replied , trying not to shiver. He didn’t want her to feel guilty for accepting his jacket.
“Oh yeah? Do you like living here?”
He smiled grimly. “Honestly, I wish I could say that I did, but…”
Her eyebrow arched. “You don’t.”
“Not particularly .”
“That’s too bad,” she said as they approached the door to her white Mercedes. “I’m from Billings and have never lived in a small town before. I always thought it would be kind of nice, though.”
“ I’m sure it can be, depending on the town. So, how do you like living there?”
“It’s okay. Someday I’d like to live in California or Texas. Then I wouldn’t have to wor ry about snow and getting stuck,” she replied, waving at her car.
“ I know what you mean. Wow,” he said, smiling at it. “Nice ride.”
She smiled back. “Thanks.”
“Is it yours?”
“No, it’s my mom’s car.”
“She has good taste. Okay,” he said. “Can I have your keys?”
She held them out.
He took them and opened the door. “Why don’t you step back over there, where it’s safe, and I’ll see what I can do?”
“Okay,” she answered , moving away from the car.
Nathan shut the door and started the engine. He put the car into low gear and tried moving forward, then again in reverse. After a few more unsuccessful attempts, he swore and got back out of the car. “I’m going to try and push you!” he hollered. “Get in and put it into reverse when I tell you to.”
“Okay,” she hollered back, running toward the car.
Two minutes later, her tires were no longer spinning and the Mercedes was no longer stuck.
“Oh, my God, thank you!” she cried, getting out of the car. “You saved my ass. I thought I’d have to call my mom and dad. It would have taken hours for them to get out here.”
They would have called a tow truck, he thought, but didn’t point that out. “Glad I could help,” he said, unable to stop from shivering this time. His hands were also cold from the snow, which didn’t help.
“Here,” she said, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “Take this.”
“No. Keep your money,” he replied.
She tried again and he still refused.
“You are so sweet,” she said, stuffing the bill back down into her purse.
“Hey, you’d have done the same I’m sure.”
She laughed. “I don’t
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