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your step,” he told her, taking up her arm again and helping her down the snowdrift and away from the little car. “Those shoes really weren’t made for walking in this.”
    “Be careful with Peaches,” the girl called back to Brad over the wind. “She has a bad hip, and you have to hold her real gently.”
    “No problem.” Brad gave her a wink and a smile and carried the little animals back to their truck.
    “Oh, this storm is just horrid,” the girl whined as she buried her face against Ethan’s coat. He slowly made the trip back to his truck with her under his arm. He could smell her perfume. The blasting wind seemed to blow it up into his face. It was the sexiest fragrance he had ever had a whiff of.
    Brad had gone ahead of them and opened the backseat of the truck to place the little dogs in. Several steps along the way the girl almost fell. At last Ethan brought her up and helped her into the back with her dogs.

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    Ethan climbed in behind the wheel. He looked in the rearview mirror. Brad was still back there helping the strange girl to get sorted. He’d had to shove a couple empty beer cans out of her way so she could sit down with her dogs on her lap. Ethan smiled to himself. It was just like Brad to become taken by that beautiful girl.
    “I’m sorry about that, Chrissie,” Brad was telling her as he helped her put her seat belt on. “My brothers are slobs. I apologize.”
    After he had helped her, Brad crawled back up to the front with Ethan. The other door to the backseat opened, and Scott came crawling in with Skipper. All three dogs started barking at each other for a very loud moment. Scott thumped Skipper on the head, and the girl protectively held her two little dogs to her chest.
    Ethan took it all in from the rearview mirror. Scott seemed to be amazed that there was a beautiful woman now sharing the back with him. In fact, Scott’s eyes had grown wide, and he was staring, almost rudely, at the girl.
    “Chrissie, this is Scott, our kid brother, and his mutt Skipper. Be careful. Neither of them are house broken.” Ethan interceded to make light of Scott’s rude entrance.
    Ethan felt his tires spin beneath them as he tried to pull the truck back out onto the road. At this point in the storm, one could not even tell there was a road left there anymore. He just had to go on faith that there was concrete under all those white flakes. The big treads of his tires finally gained traction, and the truck slowly pulled back out and started forward. Ethan put his bright headlights on so he could see better against the flying snow.
    “Our cabin isn’t too far from here,” Brad tried to reassure the girl. “We should be there in about fifteen minutes. Don’t worry. We have a fireplace there and can get it pretty toasty and warm on a night like this.”
    The strange girl in the backseat had reached out in a shy gesture to Skipper and was now quietly petting him, getting him behind the ears where he liked it. The girl seemed to like Skipper, too, and was holding her little dogs up to him so they could sniff each other. All three dogs were wagging their tails and seemed to be making friends.
    Ethan took the route slow but sure. No other traffic was on the road to further impede their progress. He kept tabs on what was happening in the backseat through the mirror. Scott, who had not said one word so far, had still not found his manners and was staring at the girl like he had just seen a ghost. Ethan winced inwardly. No wonder his baby brother always struck out with the girls if this is how he acted when he got around an attractive one.
    “Were you hurt in the accident back there, Chrissie?” Brad was all smiles when he leaned over the backseat to speak with her.
    “No. I wasn’t hurt,” she told him. “But my babies were awfully scared when the car started sliding like that. I thought maybe we would fall off the mountain or something horrible like that.”
    “You were real lucky.