“We’ll be back for her car when the roads are cleaned up. Okay if we leave it on the side of the lot over there?”
He’s smiling from ear to ear, with a knowing expression on his weathered face. “Yes, sir. No problem ‘tall. Just park it over on the right. Enjoy the resort. I’m sure you two are in for aniceChristmas.”
Nice? Ha.
This is going to be torture.
“Give me your keys, sweetheart. I’ll move your car out of the way.”
She fumbles in her coat pocket. “I need to get my purse and my travel bag.”
“Let’s get you settled in my truck with the heat on, and I’ll take care of everything.”
With a glance at the clerk, she shrugs her shoulders, still dazed. “Thanks for the cocoa. Wish us luck. I think we’re going to need it.”
She wants luck now. Wait until she finds out the rest of the team isn’t coming for two days.
CHAPTER 4
Maybe I fell asleep and am having a dream. Because in no reality does a man like Spencer McCallister come to rescue me.
Sure, my brother does; that’s a family obligation, but an almost stranger. Definitely not his six-foot-five teammate, who has been avoiding me like I’m poison ivy since the day we first saw each other…
Well, he made an impression on me.
I don’t know if it is that dangerous air he has about him, or that the man is built for fantasies.
God, I fan my face and unzip my coat, reaching for the heat controls on his very fancy new truck.
You’d think I was in the tropics for how hot I feel right now.
I need to get this under control before he gets back in the truck and sees me sweating. And especially before we get to the resort where everyone will be watching.
Mainly Justice.
I use my sleeve to rub away the fog on the passenger window, watching Spence relocate my car. Funny how big he looks climbing inside a vehicle that feels perfectly normal to me.
It takes him a moment to get the seat far enough back for his legs.
But he’s efficient, and a moment later he’s got me parked near the edge of the lot. The taillights flicker. He hops out, opens the back and scoops up my purse, overnight bag, and the emergency bag all in one hand, like they weigh nothing.
I do not look at how strong his thighs are beneath his jeans. Or the way his winter coat hugs shoulders that look like a mountain range.
Whew.
As he strides competently back toward me, he’s watching me through the window. Locked on me so intensely, there’s practically a wire of electrical current zinging between us.
Lord help me.This is going to be the longest holiday trip of my life.
A rush of cold air comes in as he opens the back door to the truck, carrying the scent of his aftershave straight to my nose.
I have to cover my face with my hand.Oh, my god.Spencer McCallister smells gooood.
My heart speeds as he climbs in the driver’s seat, closes the door, and looks over at me. Those hazel eyes are as sharp as surgical instruments.
“Are you warm enough?” He asks in a husky tone.
Too warm. Too close to something I can’t have. “I’m good.”
