Saved by the Blizzard: A romantic winter thriller (Tellure Hollow Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

probably some other accident that’d been called in. “Say, my friend is back there. Do you think I might be able to go see how he’s doing?”
    Hughes pressed his lips together and checked over his shoulder to Dylan. “Well, I don’t know if that’s—”
    “Aw, come on,” I said pressing my breasts together with my arms. My thick sweatshirt might as well have been a bikini for the way he looked at me. “I promise, I’ll be good,” I purred.
    He nearly shuddered when I spoke and I half wondered if he might have to change his boxers. Why can’t all men be this easy to manipulate? “I suppose it wouldn’t—”
    “Thanks so much, sweetie,” I called out, already a few steps down the hall. I grinned to myself. Not only was I incredibly happy I’d managed to work my magic, but for once, I was the one saving the day. Getting Walt, breaking Bryan out of this podunk prison...it wasn’t exactly the way I’d thought our day would turn out but it’d make for a great story.
    I spotted the back of Bryan’s head against the wall and smiled. This’ll be all over soon . “Where’s my sexy little Christmas present?” I said as I turned the corner. It was so stupid of me. I had no way of knowing if there were going to be other people in the area with him, but I went walking in there anyway, running my big mouth. When I saw Rick sitting at the far end of the hall, my stomach did a flip.
    I looked to Bryan for an explanation, which I barely heard through the loud ringing in my ears. There’s that name again, Steve. Is he trying to say Rick’s name is Steve? What the fuck? Then Rick told me he was worried about me, like I hadn’t seen the look in his eyes in the parking lot.
    Before I knew what was happening, I had already lost my temper. Standing in front of him, yelling nearly at the top of my voice, until Dylan appeared behind me. Honestly, I was thankful he’d interrupted because I wasn’t sure what I was capable of at that point. Seeing Rick sitting there, smug and on the wrong side of those prison bars...I shook with anger.
    Embarrassed that I’d made such an ass out of myself, I glanced at Bryan and apologized. He was on his feet, fingers wrapped around the bars, looking so upset and helpless. On shaky legs, I returned to the front desk, trying to calm myself. A hysterical woman wasn’t going to win any favors in this place. So much for saving the day. A whoosh of cold air hit me as the door opened at the far end of the hall. As I squinted into the dim light, I recognized the gait of the figure approaching.
    “Great,” I muttered. Noah was just walking in the front door looking like he’d gone three rounds in a boxing ring. Both his eyes were a pretty shade of purple and the bandage on his nose actually made him more attractive somehow. It washed away the white collar stink, implied he might’ve done a day of work in his life. Maybe Bryan did him a favor by breaking that thing, I thought. He glared at me as he approached but didn’t seem too concerned with my presence.
    We both ended up at the desk at the same time.
    “I’m Noah Richards,” he announced before I’d gotten a chance to speak.
    “Ah, Mr. Richards,” Hughes said with a look I couldn’t quite read. “I guess you’re here about the assault charges.” He glanced at Noah’s nose as he spoke, the slightest curl at the corner of his mouth.
    “And I understand my friend Steve has been injured in a similar incident? I was hoping I could check on him.”
    I tried not to gape at him. The polite tone was like hearing him try to speak Portuguese, obviously rusty and awkward on the tongue. Not only that, but he was referring to Rick as ‘Steve,’ which had to be significant. I was too overwhelmed to piece all this together. Everything was happening too fast.
    Rick appeared from my left, brushing past me casually. He and Noah shared a knowing look, almost a nod and smile. Something about it raised my hackles. Feeling like I was at a