“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?”
I was about to call an ambulance when her eyes fluttered open. “So hot,” she murmured.
Of course she was hot. The temperature had risen to fifty degrees, and she was still dressed for a ski trip. I pulled off her hat, revealing long brown hair, silky and smooth. Next I removed the scarf she still had wrapped around her face. It was a beautiful face too. Her pale skin was flawless, not a mark anywhere. She had the cutest little button nose, and luscious pink lips.
I’d never used the word ‘luscious’ to describe anything in my entire life, but somehow it fit.
She was coming to now, but still looked out of it, so I carefully unzipped her heavy parka and slid her arms out of the thick sleeves. Losing the jacket made her look about twenty pounds lighter. I couldn’t help but notice that she had perfect breasts, full and firm looking. I’d always been a breast girl. Her waist was slim, her stomach flat, but even though she was on the thin side, she didn’t look soft. She was definitely fit.
“Hailey.” She whispered my name and I realized she was staring up at me while I was checking out her body like some kind of a perv. She looked dazed.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. “Can you sit up?”
She nodded, and I helped her move into a sitting position.
“Sorry about that,” she said ruefully. “That’s never happened to me before. I’m quite woozy.”
I suppressed a sigh. I guess I was stuck with this stranger, at least temporarily.
“Why don’t you tell me your name?” I said. “And I’ll make you a sandwich or something before you go.”
She paused so long I thought she wouldn’t answer. “It’s Vic… uh, Tori.”
“Okay Tori, let’s get you some food.”
I pulled her to her feet, putting my arm around her waist, and led her to my tiny kitchen table. I’d gotten it at a thrift store when I moved in here five years ago, so it was a little battered, but it served the purpose. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, pressing it into her hand.
“Drink, but not too fast. Just sip it. You’re probably dehydrated. Do you need me to call anyone for you?”
She shook her head. “No. Thank you.”
“Well, I hope you like peanut butter and jelly, because that’s all I really have.”
“I don’t know, I’ve never had it.”
I stopped with my hand in the cabinet, staring at her in shock. “You’ve never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”
She shook her head.
“Were you raised Amish or something?”
Her eyes met mine, and I could see secrets hiding there. I wasn’t sure how, but I could. It was like I knew her, even though I didn’t know her at all.
“No, but I had a sheltered upbringing.”
“Hmm.”
Pulling out a plate, I made her a sandwich, cutting it into fourths, just like my mother used to when I was a kid. I grabbed a cannister of Pringles and brought them over to my guest. Tori.
“Here you go.”
She picked up a square of her sandwich daintily, like she was having tea with the Queen, and took a small bite. Her eyes widened.
“Hey! This is really good.”
She took another bite, this one bigger, and nodded with approval. “I like it.”
I opened the cannister of Pringles and took a couple before nudging it closer to Tori.
