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than the
musky old deer Nick stalked. But the brace made bathing out of the
question at the moment. And her hair—she had not even bothered to
look in a mirror. She no doubt looked like Medusa.
    The best she could do was brush her
teeth. Gingerly, for every movement was one that induced pain, she
undertook that task of hygiene – with Nick’s toothbrush. If he
noticed, she would doubtlessly pay for that. He seemed to enjoy
inflicting his own brand of pain on her.
    It was only then she noticed the world
of white outside the living-room window. A howling maelstrom lashed
around the cabin. She turned on the radio, and the announcer was in
midsentence informing his listening audience that New Mexico’s
worst snowstorm of the year was ravaging the Rocky
Mountains.
    What if Nick’s Blazer had slipped off
into one of the gorges that banked the canyon’s road? The worry for
Nick excited her into activity, and she began to pace the floor,
forgetting her plans to telephone the wrecking yard and Pam.
Absentmindedly she reheated the coffee that Nick must have made
before he left at dawn, but all the time her gaze anxiously went to
the window, hoping to see some sign of the blizzard
abating.
    She was unsteadily pouring herself
another cup of stale coffee when the door swooshed open and Nick
came in, buffeted by the wind. Clumsily, She whirled about and the
hot coffee splashed on her fingers. With a shriek of pain she
dropped the coffeepot.
    Nick’s gaze rapidly took in the
situation: her clad only in his shirt, standing in the kitchen with
shards of glass lying in the coffee that puddled at her bare feet.
Quickly he dumped the wood he carried on the hearth and crossed to
her.
    “Where have you been?” she demanded,
half in tears as he swept her up and put her on the
couch.
    Nick eyed her flushed face with arched
brows that were white. Even his beard was white so that he looked
like some fierce Nordic raider. He retrieved a damp cloth from the
kitchen and began to wipe away the coffee that had splattered on
her feet. “You wear the look of a woman glad for her lover’s
return,” he said lightly.
    “I—I was just relieved ... I didn’t
want to be left here alone.”
    As he began to scrub the cloth along
her calves, she became unnerved by such an intimate performance on
his part. She fixed her gaze on the ice particles trapped in his
hair and on the forest of his long black lashes. “You didn’t go
hunting?” she asked uneasily.
    “No.” He concentrated on his task.
“The blizzard makes it too dangerous to leave. I chopped a fresh
supply of wood in case we get snowed in for a couple of
days.”
    She jerked her leg away. “We can’t get
snowed in!” she wailed.
    Beneath Nick’s high slash of
cheekbones the indentations on either side of his chiseled lips
betrayed his amusement. “Oh? Why not?”
    “We—I—I’ve got to get back to
work.”
    “I’m sure the Sun can get along
without its ‘Speculator’ for a few days. As I’ve said before,
you’ve got great legs—for a dwarf.”
    For the first time she realized she
was sitting before Nicholas Raffer dressed only in her scanty
underwear and his shirt. The outrageous situation she was in, the
pain in her shoulder, the strain of the past two days— all of these
combined in a furious eruption.
    “I’m not a dwarf `` and it’s all your
fault I’m stranded here, Nick Raffer!”
    Nick sprang to his feet and threw the
cloth into the kitchen sink. “I’m going to be as glad to get rid of
you as you are me!”
    She tried to get up from the couch,
swearing she’d walk back to Roswell if she had to, and Nick
snapped, “Sit down—before you trip and break your other
collarbone!”
    She wanted to stick out her tongue or
hurl an ashtray at him, but she knew she was being childish about
the situation. There was nothing either of them could do about the
weather. She would simply have to wait it out and hope the blizzard
let up before nightfall. She gathered the