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he’d intended at first. What would they have done with us once we realized we couldn’t leave, put us up in some of the empty jail cells? Not my idea of a great time.
    “What about your emergency supplies?” my brother demanded.
    “My big kit was in the trunk, along with all my Christmas presents for everybody. I’m sure we’ll never see most of that again, if any of it. I do keep a few spare things in my purse, though.”
    My eyes flickered over to Nazarenko. He was sitting in an armchair across from me, wearing a formfitting T-shirt that showed off all the rippling muscle underneath and a pair of sweats that hugged his ass and thighs in impossibly perfect ways, but he had his nose buried in his phone and didn’t seem to be paying me any attention. He hadn’t said a single word to me since bringing in my wheelchair and setting it next to me on the couch.
    Whether he was paying attention or not, I still didn’t want to say the word catheter out loud, let alone mention things like leg bags. In my experience, people tended to freak out about bodily functions, and my accident had caused me to lose control over most of mine. But honestly, I had my wheelchair, a few spare bits of that all-too-important tubing, and at least one spare bag. There was no reason to think I should need more than that for a few days—less if we were lucky.
    Clothes, on the other hand, were going to be a bigger concern. I didn’t exactly go around with clean undies and spare jeans in my purse. I supposed I could steal a T-shirt from his closet, if it came down to it, and wash what I was wearing. Too late to worry about that now. We’d just have to figure it out.
    “I’m going to be fine,” I repeated again, still trying to convince us both.
    “As soon as the roads are clear, I’m coming to get you,” Gray said. Or was threatened a better word? Hard to be sure. Heck, it could have been a promise, and it might have been all of the above at once. When it came down to it, he was the best big brother a girl could hope to have, precisely because of that very ambiguity.
    “I’d expect no less,” I said. “Tell the kids I’m sorry, and I’ll make it up to them once the roads are safe.” After all, I had the whole week off work, and the kids were out of school. We could have some fun once I escaped this temporary prison.
    He gave me a grumbled promise and said he’d text me pictures of their snowman once the masterpiece was complete. I swore I’d contact him immediately if anything was wrong, even though there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it but commiserate. Finally, we hung up.
    I slipped my phone onto the coffee table in front of me and sighed, putting the back of my arm over my eyes as I leaned against the couch cushions. Getting through the drama of my morning and the phone calls had left me with a splitting headache.
    “Bet you had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you went out for some gas, huh?” I said, peeking out for a moment.
    “Should know by now.” He flashed his eyes up from his phone to meet mine. “Trouble always finds me.”
    I burst out laughing. “That’s me. London Trouble Hawke. Can’t take me anywhere unless you’ve got bail money lined up.”
    “Cops can’t help me now. Too much snow.”
    “That’s right, Nazarenko. You kidnapped me, and now you’re stuck with me.” I straightened myself on the couch, trying to fight off the migraine that wanted to take root.
    “Dima,” he said quietly.
    “I’ll call you Dima if you’ll tell me about your tattoos.”
    “Nothing to tell.”
    “Liar. Maybe you forgot you already told me that your tattoos had meaning, but you did tell me. I want to know what they’re about.”
    “Do you tell everyone about your accident?”
    “If they want to know,” I said. “Why? Do you want to know?”
    “Same kind of thing, is all.”
    “I know about your accident,” I said, refusing to look away this time. “With Sergei.”
    “Was all