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The window shattered, sending glass shards everywhere. With a terrified shriek, Caitlin jumped onto the bed with Dalton.
He wrapped his arms around her in a protective gesture, a slow grin moving over his face. “What was that you were saying about jumping into bed with me?”
“Someone’s busting into the cabin and you’re thinking about sex!” she whispered in a panic as she clung to him, wintry air and large icy flakes gusting into the tiny room.
“Yep,” he muttered. “But then I’m not afraid of trees.”
“Trees?” she mouthed and then turned to see a long, jagged, ice-covered branch protruding through the broken window. The fire in the hearth snapped and hissed as more icy wind swept in through the broken window.
Releasing her, he stood and shrugged back into his leather jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fix the window best I can. Seems we’re gonna be needing that saw you mentioned after all. And, if you can scrounge up a hammer and a few nails while you’re at it, that’s be great.”
Nodding, she shot to her feet and raced to the oversized utility drawer. Yanking it open, she rummaged through the items inside until she found the items he needed. Then she hurried over to him. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” He set the hammer and nails on a nearby table and then raised the collar of his jacket as he made his way to the cabin’s front door. He opened it, the action sending a swirl of snow gusting into the cabin. He glanced her way. “Keep an eye on the fire while I’m gone.”
She nodded her reply as she reached for her coat, pulling it on with a shudder. The temperature in the tiny cabin room was dropping fast. “I’ll go grab the broom and get this glass cleaned up.”
“Whatever you do,” he added, “stay away from the other windows. The trees around here are old. The wind could easily bring another one down.”
“Be careful,” she called out as he closed the door behind him.
Shivering, she hurried over to the wood box and grabbed another log for the fire, hoping to ease the icy chill that now filled the room. Then she went to get the broom and dustpan.
Once she had cleaned up as much of the glass as possible, she turned to stare at the gnarled limb protruding into the tiny cabin. This was all they needed.
The rhythmic sound of the handsaw carried into the cabin as Dalton worked to remove the fallen branch. After what seemed like forever, it cracked loudly and fell, clattering across the snow-coated floor below.
A second later, the cabin door swung open with another blast of icy air as Dalton stepped inside. He was covered from head to toe in thick, white flakes. “Damn, it’s cold out there.”
She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her snort of laughter.
“Something funny?”
“Yes. You look like the Abominable Snowman.” But so much sexier, she was tempted to add.
He shouldered the door shut. “Well, I feel like the Abominable Ice Cube.” He turned and stomped the excess snow from his boots.
“I’ll grab you a towel to dry off with,” she said, her teeth chattering. Outside wasn’t the only place it was cold.
“That’ll have to wait. I have to get this window sealed first or we’re both gonna end up a couple of human popsicles. Hand me one of those leather pillows by the fireplace.” Reaching down, he yanked the plug of an old brass floor lamp from the wall outlet and carried it with him across the room.
She grabbed up the pillow and followed him, admiring the way he had taken control with undaunted confidence.
“Watch your step,” he warned as pieces of the broken glass she’d missed crunched under his boots. Kicking the sawed off piece of branch aside, he stepped up to the window. Then he pulled on his gloves. Cold wind whipped his dark hair over his thick brows as he plucked the remaining shards from the snow-encrusted pane.
“Need any help?” she asked,
He wrapped his arms around her in a protective gesture, a slow grin moving over his face. “What was that you were saying about jumping into bed with me?”
“Someone’s busting into the cabin and you’re thinking about sex!” she whispered in a panic as she clung to him, wintry air and large icy flakes gusting into the tiny room.
“Yep,” he muttered. “But then I’m not afraid of trees.”
“Trees?” she mouthed and then turned to see a long, jagged, ice-covered branch protruding through the broken window. The fire in the hearth snapped and hissed as more icy wind swept in through the broken window.
Releasing her, he stood and shrugged back into his leather jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fix the window best I can. Seems we’re gonna be needing that saw you mentioned after all. And, if you can scrounge up a hammer and a few nails while you’re at it, that’s be great.”
Nodding, she shot to her feet and raced to the oversized utility drawer. Yanking it open, she rummaged through the items inside until she found the items he needed. Then she hurried over to him. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” He set the hammer and nails on a nearby table and then raised the collar of his jacket as he made his way to the cabin’s front door. He opened it, the action sending a swirl of snow gusting into the cabin. He glanced her way. “Keep an eye on the fire while I’m gone.”
She nodded her reply as she reached for her coat, pulling it on with a shudder. The temperature in the tiny cabin room was dropping fast. “I’ll go grab the broom and get this glass cleaned up.”
“Whatever you do,” he added, “stay away from the other windows. The trees around here are old. The wind could easily bring another one down.”
“Be careful,” she called out as he closed the door behind him.
Shivering, she hurried over to the wood box and grabbed another log for the fire, hoping to ease the icy chill that now filled the room. Then she went to get the broom and dustpan.
Once she had cleaned up as much of the glass as possible, she turned to stare at the gnarled limb protruding into the tiny cabin. This was all they needed.
The rhythmic sound of the handsaw carried into the cabin as Dalton worked to remove the fallen branch. After what seemed like forever, it cracked loudly and fell, clattering across the snow-coated floor below.
A second later, the cabin door swung open with another blast of icy air as Dalton stepped inside. He was covered from head to toe in thick, white flakes. “Damn, it’s cold out there.”
She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her snort of laughter.
“Something funny?”
“Yes. You look like the Abominable Snowman.” But so much sexier, she was tempted to add.
He shouldered the door shut. “Well, I feel like the Abominable Ice Cube.” He turned and stomped the excess snow from his boots.
“I’ll grab you a towel to dry off with,” she said, her teeth chattering. Outside wasn’t the only place it was cold.
“That’ll have to wait. I have to get this window sealed first or we’re both gonna end up a couple of human popsicles. Hand me one of those leather pillows by the fireplace.” Reaching down, he yanked the plug of an old brass floor lamp from the wall outlet and carried it with him across the room.
She grabbed up the pillow and followed him, admiring the way he had taken control with undaunted confidence.
“Watch your step,” he warned as pieces of the broken glass she’d missed crunched under his boots. Kicking the sawed off piece of branch aside, he stepped up to the window. Then he pulled on his gloves. Cold wind whipped his dark hair over his thick brows as he plucked the remaining shards from the snow-encrusted pane.
“Need any help?” she asked,
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