Something tickling my skin. Soft. Velvety.
Comforting.
The vision was… No, wait. It was fading. No. No…
I licked my lips, still tasting the kiss. Why were my lips so dry when his had been so soft and wet?
“Oh,” I moaned.
Every muscle ached. What was that sound?
A rush of something. Wind? Or water?
What was I feeling?
Cold. So cold. What was that sound?
Maybe I could just sleep.
Water.
Wait. What? Where was I?
Why couldn’t I see? I tried to open my eyes. They were heavy, so damn heavy, but after trying again, I finally managed. Unable to focus, I didn’t move while I tried to figure out where I was. A rush of images crashed into my mind. Water. The river.
My throat was tight, so dry. I darted my tongue across my bottom lip. What had happened? Why couldn’t I remember?
I shifted, realizing I was unable to control my body at all. When I was pitched forward, something rushed in front of me. A huge blur of darkness.
“Whoa. Don’t move. Shit. I shouldn’t have put you there. Just lean back. Okay?”
The voice was soft yet husky, deeper than I’d heard in a very long time. Sexy. Wait. Hold on. A man’s voice? “What…”
“Just try and take it easy. You went through something… well, pretty bad. At least it could have been.”
I could swear I recognized his voice. But from where? I tried to remember something. Anything. Driving. That’s right. I’d been driving to my parents’ house. Blinking several times, finally some things started to come into focus. Rain. I’d been caught in a rainstorm. “Where am I?” My voice was little more than a whisper, hoarse as if strained. From what?
“Don’t worry. You’re at my house. My cabin. You’re safe. Let me just stop the water in the tub. Okay? Hold on.” He backed away and I blinked again. My God, the voice was so familiar.
So was his muscular body.
“How…” I shifted again, finally realizing I was sitting on a bathroom counter. And whoever the man, he was running bathwater. I’d never been so confused in my life. Then it hit me. “A rainstorm. The road was washed out.”
“Yep,” he said in an almost cocky drawl. “You tried to drive through a lake and your truck was swept away.”
A flash of lightning coming in through a window startled me enough I yelped, gripping the edge of the counter.
“You’re safe. It’s just a wicked storm. The damn thing came up out of nowhere.”
I glanced toward the window. Frosted glass. My vision slowly began to clear.
Something about his tone irritated me. As if he was blaming me. The storm. I remembered. He was right. The storm just appeared, completely out of the blue. Where were my clothes? Why was I wearing a funky looking plaid robe? “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have gone through the water. You could have died out there.”
I remembered the truck being shoved against a tree. I’d climbed out, trying to get to safety. Then I’d slipped and… He’d come along. He’d… Oh, Jesus. I vaguely remembered him pulling me from the water. Was I remembering correctly?
“Next time something like that happens, you turn around. You were damn lucky I came along. Damn lucky.”
