Page 27 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

He tightened his hold on her. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m done playing in the snow for the day.”

“Me too.” Georgia tugged him in the direction of the cabin. “Let’s get the hell out of here.

* * *

They had surprisingly few bruises, and they didn’t have any broken bones. Despite Rainer’s concern for Georgia, she had gotten out of the mess relatively unscathed. The large bruise on his back was the worst of their injuries. It sat just under his shoulder blade where the snow must have carried down a big rock along with the fresh powder, with enough force to leave a mark.

“I am going to have Garret’s ass on a platter,” he muttered as Georgia examined the spot.

He had stripped down to the waist to check for bruises and possible fractures. But she was fine, something he kept repeating to himself like a mantra.

“I’m not sure it’s his fault we were buried. It was a bad idea to stand under a ledge that sloped down like that.”

“Please don’t be reasonable right now. I want to be mad, and Garrett makes a good scapegoat. That ass assured me there would be no snow up here.”

“In that case, you’re right. Damn Garrett. How dare he fail to control the weather properly?”

He threw her a baleful glance, but she just smiled. Rainer had to resist the urge to rub his head against her shoulder like a cat—up until her fingers probed too close to the bruise.

When he hissed under his breath, she murmured an apology. “You’re lucky this didn’t hit your spine.”

She was right, but he couldn’t think about that right now. He was too focused on Georgia, on her husky voice and delicate touch.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go down to the doctor? You might need X-rays.”

“I don’t think anything is broken,” he said, rising and turning to face her. “Besides, those small-town doctors keep regular business hours. There’s no point in dragging them back into the office when I feel fine.”

He waited for a response, but he didn’t get one. Georgia’s eyes were fixed to his chest.

His mouth twitched, but he didn’t call attention to her distraction. She must have realized he’d spoken, because her gaze slid up to meet his guiltily. “Err…no doctor. Are you sure?”

The devil climbed on his shoulder, whispering and nudging. “I just need a long hot soak in the tub,” he said, keeping his face as expressionless as possible.

A tiny little whimpering noise escaped Georgia’s lips. Suddenly, Rainer felt no pain.

“G-good idea,” she said, backing away with the towel. Catching herself, she cleared her throat. “Well, if you’re feeling too stiff—I mean sore—in the morning, we should drive down.”

Then she turned tail and hurried to her room.

“Well, shit,” he muttered aloud. His Georgia problem was getting bigger.

* * *

The knock on his door was so tentative that he almost didn’t hear it. He lifted his head off the pillow, his body aching everywhere.Damn snow.

“Just a second,” Rainer called, his brain registering the fact that it was morning.

He glanced at the bedside clock. It was after nine. He didn’t usually sleep this late, which explained Georgia’s knock. She wouldn’t seek him out unless it was important.

Quickly pulling on some sweatpants, he went to the door. “Georgia?”

“I’m sorry to wake you,” she said. Her face was tight.

“I should have been up,” he apologized, realizing he’d worried her. “But I’m fine. Just overslept. No need to rush down the mountain for X-rays.”

Georgia twisted the kitchen towel she held in her hands. “That’s good because I don’t think we could get down there if we tried. Have you looked out the window?”

What now?With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Rainer rushed to the main patio doors.

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