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didn’t leave their vehicles running if they wanted to have a vehicle when they got back.
    â€œThat’s bad luck,” she said.
    Seemingly unconcerned about the state of his dark hair, he took off his hat and scratched his head. He was confident, probably knew he was sinfully attractive regardless of what his hair looked like. Or, after she’d disappointed him so completely, he didn’t care what she thought one way or the other.
    â€œIt’s not bad luck for me,” he said. “I get to go home instead of working all night. It’s bad luck for everyone else. Without a plow, I can’t help clear, which means it’ll take Phil that much longer to do it alone.” He studied her for a few seconds with an intense expression, one that gave her hope he might show some sign of softening, of forgiving her. But that didn’t happen. “You might want to head home before the roads become impassable, in case he hasn’t covered that side of town in a while. It won’t be a priority, since there’s just you and a couple of other folks out that way. He’ll plow the more traveled routes first.”
    Which meant it might already be too late.
    She should’ve built her cabin closer to everyone else. When she’d chosen the location, there hadn’t been any snow on the ground. And she hadn’t considered how lonely it would be living apart from most of the rest of Hilltop’s residents. She hadn’t known them so she hadn’t thought it would matter. She’d only considered the serenity and the view and the fact that she might want a break from the other doctors.
    â€œRight.” She lifted her cup in a salute. “Have a nice evening.”
    He nodded, then watched her pay for a box of Frosted Mini-Wheats and her coffee. She could feel his eyes boring holes into her back as she ducked her head and stepped into the weather and felt as self-conscious as she always felt these days when she accidentally ran into him.
    She was wearing snow boots and a heavy coat, but she’d left her hat at the office. She had a terrible feeling she was going to regret not going back for it when she got behind the wheel and pushed the start button and nothing happened.
    â€œCome on. You’re only three years old. And you certainly cost me enough,” she muttered to her car, and tried again.
    The starter wouldn’t so much as turn over. What was wrong? The battery? The alternator? Something else? How could her Beamer have fired up so easily at HH but not now? She hadn’t been in the store that long.…
    With a curse, she smacked the steering wheel and leaned back. The snow covering her windshield left her in complete darkness, except for the dim glow of her instrument panel. And it was so cold. Even out of the wind. Cold and dark. This place was always so damn cold and dark!
    Take a deep breath. Calm down. Try again.
    She did, but with no better results. Then she really began to worry. It wasn’t as if she could call Triple A and wait in the warmth of the store. Triple A didn’t have service out here. Why would they? There weren’t enough people to make it profitable. But if she didn’t get her car started soon, she’d never make it home, not in a storm like this and not with only one plow in operation.
    â€œDamn it!” She was going to have to go back into the store and ask Amarok to help her. But she didn’t really want to do that. She remembered his thinly veiled disapproval when she first came to town, his opposition to the institution and his skepticism of her goals, her car—almost everything related to her. He didn’t want her bringing a bunch of serial killers to his hometown. He’d all but asked her to stay the hell away. Then they’d started seeing each other and he’d come around, to a point. Until he wanted more than she could give him and everything fell apart.
    Squeezing her eyes closed, she