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one was actually inside. That’s strange , I thought. Maybe they had car trouble and had started walking on foot when no other cars came by. I looked up into the distance, and my heart fell as I saw the reason they hadn’t been able to continue: a large tree had fallen across the bridge, blocking access in both directions. I really would have to walk through the woods if I wanted to get home to Hannah at a reasonable hour.
I was just getting ready to head back to my car to grab my cell phone when I noticed a man walking toward me from the bridge. He was pushing through some of the branches of the fallen tree, apparently on his way back after attempting in vain to get by. I assumed he was the missing owner of the Jeep and stood there watching as he approached. He was wearing fatigues and black combat boots and looked to be at least six feet tall. With broad shoulders and an athletic frame, I could tell that he was in excellent shape. His dark hair was cropped in the standard military fashion, and his chiseled face was set in hard lines as he gazed at me. I wondered if he noticed that my car had slid into his and suddenly felt myself flushing. Nothing like explaining to a handsome stranger that I’d accidently rear-ended him in the icy conditions.
“You better turn around; the bridge is out,” he called out to me in a gruff voice.
A few snow flurries continued to fall, and he shook his head, brushing the snow off himself as he approached.
“I know, I just noticed. I was actually looking for you though because I accidentally rear-ended your Jeep.”
He walked the remaining twenty feet to where I stood, his dark brown eyes narrowing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. As if I needed another problem today.” He brushed past me, walking over instead to inspect where our car fenders connected.
I awkwardly stepped back, letting him examine the damage. “I’m really sorry,” I said. “I slowed down, and the anti-lock brakes came on, and I got a little startled by the whole thing.”
“You’re not supposed to pump the brakes,” he said exasperatedly.
“I didn’t. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s any damage.”
He continued looking at his vehicle and then finally fixed his dark eyes on me. He had dark stubble covering his face, like he hadn’t shaved this morning, and his eyes looked a little tired despite the harshness in them. His mouth was set in a firm line, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was angry or just indifferent. There were no military bases near our small town, and I wondered why he was wearing fatigues. Was he here on official business? Or maybe just visiting someone? He finally seemed to realize that he hadn’t responded to me, and he cleared his throat. “Look, just forget about it. I’ve got enough on my mind without dealing with you, too.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, taken aback, confusion flickering across my face. Dealing with me, too? What a jerk, I thought. It’s not like I’d intended to get into a car accident this afternoon. And it’s not my fault that he’d stopped and abandoned his car in the middle of the road. If he wanted to go check out the bridge, he should have at least pulled off the road first.
“Whatever,” I said, holding my hands up in defeat. I turned back to my car, and as he stepped away, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.
He walked off in such haste that he was already pulling open his door as I bent down to retrieve it. “Hey!” I called out after him.
“What?” he snapped, turning back to me.
I instinctively stepped back, the paper still in my hand.
“Where did you get that?” he asked angrily.
“You just dropped it,” I replied, looking warily at him.
He walked back over, this time stopping directly in front of me. He was 6’1” and towered over my small frame. My eyes ran up over his broad chest and shoulders, memorized the lines of his strong
I was just getting ready to head back to my car to grab my cell phone when I noticed a man walking toward me from the bridge. He was pushing through some of the branches of the fallen tree, apparently on his way back after attempting in vain to get by. I assumed he was the missing owner of the Jeep and stood there watching as he approached. He was wearing fatigues and black combat boots and looked to be at least six feet tall. With broad shoulders and an athletic frame, I could tell that he was in excellent shape. His dark hair was cropped in the standard military fashion, and his chiseled face was set in hard lines as he gazed at me. I wondered if he noticed that my car had slid into his and suddenly felt myself flushing. Nothing like explaining to a handsome stranger that I’d accidently rear-ended him in the icy conditions.
“You better turn around; the bridge is out,” he called out to me in a gruff voice.
A few snow flurries continued to fall, and he shook his head, brushing the snow off himself as he approached.
“I know, I just noticed. I was actually looking for you though because I accidentally rear-ended your Jeep.”
He walked the remaining twenty feet to where I stood, his dark brown eyes narrowing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. As if I needed another problem today.” He brushed past me, walking over instead to inspect where our car fenders connected.
I awkwardly stepped back, letting him examine the damage. “I’m really sorry,” I said. “I slowed down, and the anti-lock brakes came on, and I got a little startled by the whole thing.”
“You’re not supposed to pump the brakes,” he said exasperatedly.
“I didn’t. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s any damage.”
He continued looking at his vehicle and then finally fixed his dark eyes on me. He had dark stubble covering his face, like he hadn’t shaved this morning, and his eyes looked a little tired despite the harshness in them. His mouth was set in a firm line, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was angry or just indifferent. There were no military bases near our small town, and I wondered why he was wearing fatigues. Was he here on official business? Or maybe just visiting someone? He finally seemed to realize that he hadn’t responded to me, and he cleared his throat. “Look, just forget about it. I’ve got enough on my mind without dealing with you, too.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, taken aback, confusion flickering across my face. Dealing with me, too? What a jerk, I thought. It’s not like I’d intended to get into a car accident this afternoon. And it’s not my fault that he’d stopped and abandoned his car in the middle of the road. If he wanted to go check out the bridge, he should have at least pulled off the road first.
“Whatever,” I said, holding my hands up in defeat. I turned back to my car, and as he stepped away, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.
He walked off in such haste that he was already pulling open his door as I bent down to retrieve it. “Hey!” I called out after him.
“What?” he snapped, turning back to me.
I instinctively stepped back, the paper still in my hand.
“Where did you get that?” he asked angrily.
“You just dropped it,” I replied, looking warily at him.
He walked back over, this time stopping directly in front of me. He was 6’1” and towered over my small frame. My eyes ran up over his broad chest and shoulders, memorized the lines of his strong
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