Page 35 of All I Want For Christmas

“Are you okay?” he said again now that the person in front of him could hear him.

“Are you okay?” she said simultaneously.

He nodded.

She nodded.

And Christian became aware that he was staring at the most strikingly beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his whole life.

Chapter

Two

Blue sat in her car, chest heaving, nodding rapidly to the man staring at her in concern as she tried to calm down. She was alive. Not dead. Everything on her body was intact and she had no pain.

“I’m fine. God, that was scary. I’m sorry, it was my fault, I skidded.”

He leaned forward into the window, his face coming inches from hers. “Say that again, the wind is really howling.”

“I said I’m sorry,” she repeated loudly, suddenly aware that the guy she’d collided with was damn cute.

Wearing a knit winter hat and a camel colored jacket, he looked very rugged and outdoorsy, his chin sporting some scruff that matched the color of his coat. He had deep brown eyes and when his mouth spread into a grin, he had a warm, crooked smile.

“Well, you don’t have to yell at me,” he said, tone teasing.

Blue felt her heart rate returning to normal and at his words she felt her shoulders drop in relief. She laughed. “Okay, I’ll leave that to your wife or partner.”

It was a comment she would have made to any man under the circumstances, but she had to admit she was a little curious what his answer would be.

“No wife or partner. No girlfriend. No one at all to yell at me.”

Yes.Not that it mattered. At all. But she could hear the flirt creeping into her voice. “Then I guess this was a thrill for you.”

He laughed. “Totally. I’m going to move my car then we’ll just have to back yours up, okay? Let’s see if we can get you back on the road.”

Right. The car accident. The fact that he was standing in the middle of a blizzard. Her crunched vehicle. Those were relevant. Not his dimples or broad shoulders.

“Okay.”

“Wait for me to move before you try to back up.” Blue became aware that her teeth were chattering. “Got it.” As soon as he walked away, she rolled her window back up and turned up the heat. She wasn’t wearing a coat and it was finger-numbing, nipple-raising cold outside.

For a split second as he pulled his SUV back onto the road in front of her, heading in the correct direction, Blue wondered if he would just take off and leave her there. But her cynicism, while well honed, didn’t even last a full minute before it was obvious he was walking back to her car, pulling gloves onto his hands. His bottom half, which hadn’t been visible before, was just as hot as the top. Those were nice jeans, hugging in the right places.

Blue hoped there would be a multitude of smoking hot guys on the cruise because her sex drive had kicked into high gear for whatever reason.

“Okay, try to back up and I’ll guide you,” he said when she rolled her window back down.

She did, and her tires just spun in the snow. “Damn.” She leaned her head out. “How deep is it?”

“Pretty deep. And you can’t rock it because you’re halfway through the guardrail. If you accelerate too hard you could go off the cliff.”

Yeah, no thanks. Blue frowned at her steering wheel. This complicated things. She tried to reverse again, but her car spun ominously to the left.

“You need to get out of the car. This is looking dangerous. We’ll call you a tow.”

Leave it to her to screw up a vacation by nearly driving off a cliff. Turning her car off, silencing John Lennon mid-lament, she grabbed her purse and her jacket and pushed the door open. She wasn’t wearing appropriate shoes. She had wanted to be comfortable so she was wearing zebra print ballet flats with jeans, a vintage Motley Crue T-shirt, and a funky red scarf. Her jacket was a thin black velvet designed for indoor use more so than out. This was going to suck. A lot. Much more than listening to Santa and his ho ho hos.

The wind slapped her in the face as she pulled on her jacket and tried to button it. After a few seconds, she realized it was futile and tried not to whimper as snow cascaded over her mostly bare feet.

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