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She’d never driven in the snow, and she knew damn well she was lucky to be alive. But they’d never know that. She tried to hop off the broad back she clung to like a baby koala and ended up dangling upside down, her head hitting the back of his knees.
    The man standing closest to her rushed to grab her as she fell, just as her savior let go of her. She crashed into the packed snowbank.
    “Ow!” she howled. Half a dozen hands reached down to her. Frustrated, cold, and humiliated, Kim swatted them away and scooted back, then stood very carefully. The trees swayed and so did she, but she managed to keep her balance, with a little help from tall, dark, and handsome.
    She yanked her elbow free from his grasp and swiped at the snow sticking to her legs. She wasn’t wearing a jacket—just a heavy sweater, jeans, and boots. It was freezing. Cold, wet snow batted her cheeks. She shivered hard, and her entire body felt like one big piece of pummeled beef.
    Like a knight in shining armor, the tall guy took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, moving her toward a big black pickup truck with the Town of Evergreen’s seal on the side. Three tall evergreens surrounded by a lake and a Christmas wreath.
    It bothered Kim that she felt all gooey around this guy. He flustered her. She was thirty-eight years old, for crying out loud, not some tittering schoolgirl about to be kissed for the first time. She narrowed her eyes and hugged the heavy ski jacket closer around her. “What is your name, anyway?”
    As he helped her into the pickup truck, he grinned and said, “Ricco.”
    Ricco. She liked the sound of it. She held out her hand and smiled like a goof. “I’m Kimberly Michaels.”
    He took his glove off, took her hand into his big warm one, and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Kimberly Michaels.” He dropped her hand and turned away. She watched in the side mirror as he talked to another man, made some motions with his hands, then pointed to his head and the pickup she sat in. He looked back at her and smiled, and she melted some more. She shook her head and faced forward. She needed to get a grip. She was practically engaged! She shook her head, then heard a little voice say, Yeah, like that stopped you last night. Kim sat rigid in the big seat. Sex was like chocolate—something she craved every once in a while, got her fill of, then steamrolled over with other matters.
    And the other matter now was getting the dirt on Evergreen and maneuvering a clean, neat buyout. She needed to get into town. Now.
    The driver door opened and Ricco hopped in, chafing his arms even though he had on a dark, bulky, cable-knit sweater. His frosty breath swirled around his head. He pulled off his ski beanie and shook his head. Kim fought the urge to drag her fingers through his damp black hair. Instead she focused on the road ahead. The snow-swamped road. A large snowplow pulled ahead. As it roared ahead of them, shoveling tons of snow off the asphalt, Ricco pulled in several long yards behind the truck to ride in the cleared wake.
    “What’s your rush to get to Evergreen?” Ricco asked.
    Kim’s heart jumped at his question. If she told him the truth, he’d dump her on the side of the road and radio his buddies to keep going. She shrugged and said, “What does anyone do in Evergreen this time of year?”
    He nodded and kept his eyes on the truck ahead of them. “You’re one of those evasive types.”
    “I’m not evasive.”
    “This morning you were.”
    Kim went rigid, but her skin flamed, and she knew her throat and chest were splotching at that very moment. “No, I wasn’t,” she croaked.
    “Sure you were, sneaking out like that. And now? Answering a question with a question means you have something to hide.”
    Kim mustered her ire. It wasn’t easy. The minute he’d mentioned this morning, the entire night had replayed in her mind in slow, sexy Technicolor. She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she was more