Ugh, that really bothers me.
It also bothers me in a whole different way every time I see him.
Complicated is an understatement for how the man makes me feel.
I scratch my head, the blush heating my face even more where the heater-vent is already blowing.Spencer is like a forbidden, unsolvable mystery.
Tall. Dark haired, hazel-eyed, and?—
Is there even a vocabulary for what the former SEAL is?
My swallow is ragged as I’m hit with memories of the way his chest was cut with muscle. But it is the vision of his abs looking like a stacked-brick wall above his low-slung athletic pants that makes my mouth go dry.
“Oh my God,” I screech, correcting the wheel, getting myself back in the middle of the driving lane. “Do not run off the road thinking about him.”
If I crashed because I was goo-goo-eyed over my brother’s teammate, I’d have to take that secret to my grave.
My nipples don’t get the message. They ache and abrade the inside of my bra. And this sweater does NOTHING to hide the fact that I’m aroused.
Nope, I’ll be aheadlight honey.
Everyone will wonder why I have my coat on. The whole freaking time. I can’t think about Spencer McCallister. That’s off-limits.
A dim light appears in the distance in front of me, an eerie blue beam between the barrage of flakes. As I draw closer, it becomes apparent that the light is a sign for a gas station.
When I glance at the GPS, it’s frozen. A halo of blue circles my icon, but nothing else shows on the map.
“That’s not helpful.Come on, don’t fail me now.”
On cue, the snow thickens, making it even harder to see.
Okay, this is not good. I have maybe 30 miles left to go, and most of it’s up a gigantic mountain. The last town behind me is at least an hour away with moderate conditions.
In this, it might be impossible to get back.
The gas station is my lighthouse as I ease off the road into a parking lot that’s covered with at least ten inches of fresh snow.
Gulp.
They’ve gotten a lot more than I expected.
Glancing in my rearview, I look at my small duffel bag with clothes for a weekend inside a posh resort. Beside it is my emergency bag.
Having a brother like Justice means you do not leave home without survival equipment.
But the idea of spending the night in my car in this weather… makes me shudder.
I park in what I think is a parking spot, and kill the engine. Seconds later, my windshield is blanketed so thickly I can’t see the gas station’s tiny store any longer.
Surely I’ll feel better once I go inside. They’ll have a suggestion of what to do.
Tugging on my gloves and hat, I take a few steadying breaths.
I’m safe. Nothing bad is going to happen.
I have my emergency gear. The store is open.
Worst case, maybe they would let me hang out inside until Justice and Rosalie drive by. Surely they’d see my Honda CRV and stop.
