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see through the falling snow and failing. There was nothing
outside but trees and white.
    “Yeah, but something’s not right with the
damn truck.” He cursed again, shifting hard.
    Once again, her eyes dropped to where his
leg worked the clutch, denim pulling taut against his muscled thigh. She
blushed, raising her cold hands to her cheeks. The wet wool of her gloves
scratched her skin. She looked away just in time to get a steadying hand back
on the dashboard as the truck suddenly slid to a stop. The engine let loose a
hard thump and died.
    “Ah, hell,” John said, rubbing a hand over
his hair. “I think something happened to the transmission. Again.” He sighed and looked at her sheepishly. “We’re going to have to walk. I’m
sorry.”
    “How far is it from here?” Liselle asked, already unbuckling her belt.
    “Not far, thank God. Maybe ten minutes in
the snow?”
    She nodded. “Well, let’s get going before
my feet get cold again.”
    He winced. “I’m really sorry about this.”
    She laughed and pushed open the door. The
ancient metal squeaked. “This is a lot better than freezing to death in my car,
John.”
    He hopped out and hurried around to her
side, helping her down. “Yeah, but still. I didn’t
want you to have to walk in this.”
    She shrugged, fatalistic. “Worse things
have happened to me.”
    He gave her a sharp look, then shoved the truck door shut. “I promise my house is
warm. I even have hot chocolate.”
    She smiled at him, for the first time in
her life thankful for a man’s help. “I’ll hold you to that. I love chocolate.”
    He grinned at her and offered an arm. She
took it, struck once again by how strangely gentle he seemed. In her
experience, men weren’t often gallant, and especially not men as large as John.
If they were, they usually wanted something from her that she wasn’t willing to
give.
    “So, you’ve lived her awhile?” she asked,
struggling through the snow. Her feet were already freezing again and if he
hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve fallen at least twice already.
    “I grew up here, but then I joined the Air
Force. I was gone for twenty years, pretty much. Went all
over the world. I just moved back here a few years ago.”
    “Oh, did you retire?” she asked, knowing a
lot of soldiers threw in the towel after twenty years.
    He grunted. “No. Medical
discharge.”
    She frowned, hoping she hadn’t made him
angry. “Oh. Sorry.” She tried to look him over through his winter coat, but he
seemed just as physically able and imposing as he did in her niece’s house. He
certainly didn’t look injured or disabled in any way. A cold shot of fear raced
through her: maybe he had PTSD? Was it safe for her to be here with him? Shit.
    He must have caught her looking at him
worriedly because he visibly relaxed his shoulders from their tense posture.
“My shoulder got messed up. I had to have a fake joint put in and with the
lingering vertigo from a bad concussion, well. I was grounded. I don’t talk
about it much.”
    She stared, trying to imagine what kind of
accident could mess up a shoulder that bad. “What happened?”
    He ducked her gaze. His cheeks were pink
again, she noted.
    “I crashed my chopper trying to get some
of my team out of a bad spot. The guys in charge don’t really like it when you
do that.”
    She nodded slowly. “Did you get your men?”
    “Yup,” he said, grabbing her just as she
slipped. “I never left anyone behind.” He smiled crookedly. “The brass doesn’t
like that much either, especially when you have to ignore orders to do it.”
    Her eyebrows lifted. “Why do I get the
feeling you didn’t do so well with the whole authority thing?”
    John grinned. “Yeah, well. I’m kind of a
take charge guy. I can’t help myself.”
    She slipped again and he slung an arm
around her waist, keeping her from going headfirst into the snow.
    “Okay, this is ridiculous. Your feet are
obviously too cold to work