fireplace. The smell of cheerfully burning hardwood fills the air.
The furniture is worn but handsome and manly. Over the fireplace mantle is a
six point buck’s head. She slowly realizes she is in an old fashioned farm
house. It’s not heaven after all but has all the comforts of a real home. The
kind her grandparents lived in all their lives. When the cowboy returns
carrying a first aid kit, she can’t help but blurt out “You’re not an angel!”
The man stops in his tracks, gives her a rueful grin. “No, I’m definitely no
angel. That’s for sure.” Brett the cowboy begins to expertly tend to her minor
scrapes and cuts.
As Brett tends to Kate, the last of her confusion begins to
drain away. She realizes she is alone, with a strange man, in his home, in the
middle of nowhere. But what a man. His green eyes look at her with an intensity
that is unsettling. He is lean and obviously fit, like a man used to hard
outside work. Suddenly nervous, she asks if he can locate her cellphone so she
can call her friend. Sensing her nervousness and reservations, Brett hastens to
reassure her that she is safe; he means her no harm. He goes outside to see if
he can find her cellphone and recover the rest of her belongings from her car.
“It’s a bit of a hike to your car so don’t get nervous. I’ll be back in a few
minutes.”
Ten minutes later Brett returns with Kate’s purse with the
phone inside. Kate manages to call Roger and tell him what happened. When Roger
hears Kate was rescued by Brett Williams, he tells her how lucky she is. Roger
has known Brett for several years. Not only is he handsome, and trustworthy,
he’s a single man to boot! Roger has Kate put Brett on the phone.
The three of them make a plan. Kate will stay with Brett
until the storm stops and the roads are plowed. Then Roger willdrive
down and pick Kate up. When it stops snowing Brett will see if anything can be
done with Kate’s car. Roger leaves Kate with some parting advice: “Enjoy your
visit over there. He’s a good guy!”
Chapter 3
As the blizzard rages and snow continues to pile up Kate
spends the afternoon curled up on Brett’s couch. As they talk, she begins to
learn more about her handsome rescuer. He lives alone on a farm he inherited
from his grandparents. His small business is raising horses and growing hay for
the surrounding area. “That’s how I met Roger.” He tells Kate in his soft but
masculine voice. “I’m their hay man.” Kate finds herself completely charmed by
the forthright cowboy. He makes his simple country life with his horses sound
so appealing; a far cry from her stressful life working in an office in the big
city.
As the grey light outside falls into the black of night
Brett builds adds wood to the fireplace and begins to cook dinner for Kate.
“You rescue damsels and cook?” She teases him. “Well not usually. This is my
first time rescuing a damsel. I’m lucky I started out with a pretty one. But I
do make a pretty mean stew.” Brett smiles back at her from over the
stovetop. As he gives her the tasting spoon their fingers touch. Kate
feels a thrill of heat. She is surprised at how intense a small accidental
touch makes her feel. Brett has been the perfect gentleman but now she is
wishing he would take an interest in her other than attending to injuries. The
chemistry continues to sizzle as the two eat dinner. Kate can’t decide which is
hotter, the piping stew in her bowl or the smoldering glances her rescuer is
sending her from across the table.
Brett is equally surprised. He spends most of his time alone
and isn’t used to getting worked up over a female. His horses have provided him
with all the company he wants. That is until now. Looking into Kate’s
dark brown eyes, like pools of dark chocolate, is marvelous but unsettling. A
brief touch of her fingers, listening to her gentle voice, is stirring up
passions he thought he would never experience again. Ever since his