Annette Broadrick - Danger Becomes You

Jase looked away, irritated by his awareness of her. He set his cane aside, wincing at the protesting places where bullets had been removed from his shoulder, side and thigh, and sat in the captain’s chair he’d been occupying before she arrived.

The pain brought him back to the present, reminding him why he had chosen to be alone through his recuperation. He’d retreated as far from his life as he could get. Not even his family knew where he was, which was exactly what he wanted.

When she straightened, he scowled at her. He didn’t want her here, but even he wasn’t cold-blooded enough to deny her some warmth and safety.

She attempted a smile that disappeared when he didn’t respond. “If I could use your phone and call for road assistance, I’ll be on my way.” She twisted her fingers as though attempting to braid them.

He stared at her in silence. She had a soft drawl that spoke of the South, which might explain her clothing, which was unsuitable for a northern winter, and her clueless attitude about traveling during a storm.

“You may not have noticed that we’re in the midst of a winter snowstorm. You aren’t going to find anyone willing to risk life and limb to pull your car out of a snowbank until the storm passes.”

She did her best to hide her panic, but he could see it in her eyes.

She turned away and reached for her coat.

“What are you doing now?” he demanded.

She looked over her shoulder. “I’ll go back to my car until the storm passes.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Good thinking, Ms. Alabama,” he drawled. “By all means, return to your car where you can freeze to death while waiting for the storm to blow over. It could last for days.”

She turned slowly around to face him, her chin lifted. “My name is Leslie O’Brien and I’m from Tennessee, not Alabama. As for freezing, I’ll do what I can to stay warm since that seems to be my only option at the moment.”

Fine. Let her go. You don’t want her here, so let her freeze.

Instead of voicing his thoughts Jase said, “Don’t compound your foolishness with idiocy. You’ll stay here until someone can get out here to help you.” He nodded to his cane. “I’m afraid I can’t help. I’m still learning to walk without falling.”

Leslie folded her arms, her gaze glacial. “What, exactly, do you see as my foolishness?” she asked, ignoring his last remark.

“Being out in this kind of weather in the first place. Have you ever driven in snow before?”

Her mouth tightened. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t. When I left the motel at dawn I didn’t expect to run into a snowstorm. By the time the snowflakes began to fall, I was only thirty miles from my destination. I didn’t expect the flakes to turn into a storm so quickly or that the road would be so slippery.”

He shook his head wearily. “The fact remains that you’re here for the duration. You might as well accept it.”

His last comment was aimed at both of them.

He nodded to the coffeepot sitting on the woodstove. “As you can see, the electricity is out, which isn’t unusual during a storm. There’s coffee if you want some.”

She nodded her head jerkily and walked over to the stove, holding her hands out for warmth. He grabbed his cane and went over to the galley-like kitchen to fetch another cup. As he returned to his captain’s chair, he handed it to her.

She poured herself some coffee and, with something less than enthusiasm, approached the table, placing her cup at the opposite end from where he sat.

Instead of taking a seat she glanced around the room. “May I use your restroom?”

He nodded toward the door. “In there.”

She hurried through the kitchen, opened the bathroom door and went inside, closing the door quietly behind her.

What in hell was he going to do with this woman? He couldn’t send her back out into the storm to freeze to death. But he didn’t want her here. The cabin hadn’t been built for privacy. It served its purpose for the hunters who stayed for a few days at a time.

He was alone because that’s the way he wanted it. He wanted to get back to normal before he faced the outside world. He needed a private place to wrestle with his demons.

Leslie leaned against the bathroom door and shivered. There was no heat in here. She wondered if the water was frozen. She hurriedly used the facilities and washed her hands with icy cold water. At least she was out of the wind.

What was she going to do?

She’d been running for three days, paying cash for gas, motels and food so she wouldn’t be traced, but she felt far from safe. She’d counted on reaching the place her cousin owned, knowing she’d be safe because no one would think to look for her there. She needed a place to stay while she tried to figure out what to do next.

Her cousin Larry owned a two-story log cabin that his family used as a vacation spot. It was somewhere along this road, near the edge of one of the lakes in the region. She and her mother had visited with them for two weeks over several summers in years past, but everything had looked so different now, especially with the snow obscuring her vision.

She had no idea how close she was to his place. Before she’d slid into the ditch Leslie had begun to worry that she might miss the entrance to the long, private driveway that ended at the cabin.

The skies had been gray and a strong, cold wind had been blowing when she’d left the motel this morning. She’d had no idea that it was expected to snow.

The man in the other room was right: she hadn’t understood what the signs meant or she might not have left the motel. However, once the snow began to fall she was only about thirty miles from Larry’s place so she’d decided to keep going.

She’d panicked when the snowflakes quickly turned into thick sheets of white. She hadn’t been able to see the road and had slowed to a crawl, peering through the windshield that the wiper blades couldn’t clear fast enough.

Of course she wouldn’t have deliberately driven out into a storm if she’d known one was coming. Regardless of what her curmudgeon host thought, she wasn’t a complete fool.

Not that any of that mattered now. There was no way she could rewind her day to make a more informed decision, which placed her in an extremely awkward situation. She was faced with the very real possibility of freezing if she went back to her car. If she stayed, she would have to deal with the crabby stranger in the other room, which put her between a rock and a hard place.

Her luck was running out fast at a time when she desperately needed it. Of all the places where she might have gotten stuck, she’d managed to find one with a hermit who hated people. Or maybe he just hated women. Whatever it was, his total lack of enthusiasm in allowing her to stay had been obvious.

She couldn’t tell how old he was. Possibly in his late thirties. He was tall with a lean build. She had no idea what was wrong with his leg. All she knew was that he didn’t put much weight on it.

He appeared to have only a nodding acquaintance with a razor and a good haircut would go a long way to improve his appearance.

What she found most disconcerting about him were his eyes. They were almost a silvery blue that intensified his penetrating stare. They made clear that he’d sized her up and found her to be an inferior human being.

Leslie had been staring unseeing into the mirror until her reflection caught her eye. The dark circles under her eyes had circles. She looked like a raccoon. Outside of that, she was as pale as the snow outside.

She fished a comb out of her purse and ran it through her short hair. She’d cut it her first night on the run in an attempt to change her appearance. She’d never been the type of woman people noticed and she sincerely hoped she could pretend to be someone else if her situation grew dire.