Ryan marched toward her, swiping snow out of his eyes as he crossed in front of the SUVs headlights. Burnished by light, surrounded by darkness, he looked more myth than man as he yanked open the passenger door for her.
Woodenly she eased into the seat, stiff with cold, but not feeling anything but a horrible void. Tepid air breezed out of the vents in the dash and she couldnt feel it. The clock glowed the timenot thirty minutes had passed since theyd nearly followed Samantha Fields off the road.
Snow drifted inside with Ryan as he collapsed in the seat and slammed the door. He filled the seat, slumping with his head rolling back against the headrest. His presence made the passenger compartment shrink. I was able to get through to Tim, a friend I used to work with. Hes one of the best surgeons in this area, and hes agreed to meet Samantha at the hospital. Hell take excellent care of her.
You took the time to do that?
Sure. Helping people is what I do. Its why I studied all those years. Why Im in debt for a few hundred grand. Although exhaustion lined his face and bruised the skin beneath his eyes, his wink was saucy.
She had watched while he worked tirelessly alongside the medics stabilizing Samanthas neck and spine so that she had the best possible outcome, in case of a spinal cord injury. All in a days work for him, maybe, but shed never seen anyone like him.
She pulled off her mittens, now that the heater was kicking out a decent hot breeze. Lets trade places. Ill drive and let you sit here and warm your hands. Youve got to be half frozen.
The cold never used to bother me. Ive been away from Montana too long. Its the Phoenix weather. Its thinned my blood. Now I turn into an icicle the second it snows. Its not manly. Its embarrassing.
Im embarrassed for you. Shed never met a better example of what a man should be, but he seemed unaware that he was that and more. Move. Go on. I cant drive from over here.
As if too exhausted to lift his head from the seat back, Ryan swiveled his eyes to focus on her with a disbelieving look. One eyebrow crooked with obvious skepticism. Youd really drive? Youre not just saying that, right?
Right.
Youre not afraid to drive in this stuff?
Do I look as if Im shaking in my boots? No.
But youre a girl. Girls dont drive in lots of snow. At least not in my experience.
You have lived in Arizona too long! Kristin took one look at the man slouching beside her, dappled with big flakes of melting snow, his face chapped from the bitter temperatures outside. Dont let the designer clothes fool you. You can take the girl out of Montana, but not Montana out of the girl. Let me behind the wheel and Ill show you.
Yeah? Id be grateful if I could just close my eyes for about ten minutes.
How about all the way until the next town?
Deal. Ryan opened the door and shouldered out into the dark. No, you climb over and stay inside. Ill brave the storm. Im still frozen anyway.
With a lopsided grin, he was gone, leaving the scent of wind, a hint of expensive cologne and man. A pleasant combination. Kristin climbed over the console and into the seat that was pushed too far back for her feet to reach the pedals. She adjusted the seat, snapped the shoulder harness into place and checked out the controls.
Ryan cut through the headlights with that confident, jaunty walk of his. He was like a hero out of an old black-and-white movie, tough and strong and compassionate. She didnt know they made men like that anymore.
He collapsed beside her, bringing with him the frigid wind and a blast of snow. He swiped icy flakes off his eyebrows. Believe it or not, the blizzards winding down some.
Some. Not a lot. Kristin switched off the hazard lights, staring into the impenetrable conditions. No cars had passed, except for the emergency vehicles, since theyd arrived. The road ahead lay like a pristine ribbon of white rolling out of the reach of the headlights. Dangerous driving ahead. Kristin released the hand brake and shifted into low gear.
Ryan unzipped his coat, settling in. Just tell me if you get too white-knuckled.
Dont worry. I can handle it. Belt up and hold on. Was he a skeptic or what? It had been a long time since shed driven anything with more power than her sensible sedan, but she was used to this weather. She hadnt always flown home. Shed driven more often than not over the treacherous mountain passes and she was still in one piece. This is nothing compared to commuting in Seattle traffic twice a day for more years than I care to count.
Thats what I cant picture. You living in a city. I dont know why. It just doesnt go with the McKaslin image.
I wont say it wasnt a big adjustment when I first moved there. When I went to college, I thought Bozeman was a big city.
Bozeman? he asked.
Yeah, I know. Its a tiny city compared to someplace like Seattle. I felt lost. Every time I left my apartment I got turned around. Id never seen so many streets and roads and freeways in my life.
I know how you feltmoving away from a place with one main street through town, where you know all the roads and shortcuts by heart, to a huge city where the checkers at the grocery store ask for ID because they dont know you, your family, your grandparents and all your cousins by name.
See, thats where we differ. I didnt mind living someplace folks didnt know me.
Ryan leaned the seat all the way back and stretched out his legs as far as he could. Not comfortable, but an acceptable snoozing position. Except thinking about his past made him antsy. As tired as he was, his nerve endings felt as though they were twitching and his muscles felt heavy as lead. His emotions were going every which way. Regret, guilt, grief.
Nothing Kristin would understand. Some people, like her, could go home again. They would always know the warmth of their childhood awaited them, that the ghosts of memories from holidays past were happy ones. Not haunted by what should have been, and more failures than the young boy hed been could cope with.
Or the man hed become.
He liked to think he wasnt a coward. He faced challenges head-on. Sucked it up and did what needed to be done. He wasnt afraid of hardship or hard work. But some things were best left unexamined. Some memories best left buried. He had a good life, he made a good living, and he loved his work and his practice. What good was having to pick apart a past that only brought pain? That exposed wounds that could never be healed?
No, Kristin didnt look as though shed rather be running away instead of heading home. Her delicate profile was brushed by the glow of the dash lights, burnishing her creamy porcelain-fine skin, the feminine line of her nose and the dainty cut of her chin. He supposed her parents would welcome her with open arms, and tomorrow there would be only happiness in her home where her sisters and their families gathered to make new memories for the holidays to come.
He closed his eyes, wondering, just wondering. If he would have turned out the same if his dad had lived instead of withered away in a coma. If the logging truck hadnt crossed the double yellow on the road to town. If, instead of being struck and pinned to the ground beneath a load of logs, Dad had returned home with the ice cream hed gone to fetch.
God made all things for a reason. But what about tonight? Why had Samantha Fields been hurt tonight? How would her life be changed?
Only God knew.
Still, it troubled him deeply. He closed his eyes, too troubled to fall right asleep. Listening to the swipe of the wiper blades on the windshield, he felt the blast of heat from the vents. The vehicle fishtailed now and then, and Kristin handled it skillfully, keeping them safe as they journeyed through the dark and snow. He couldnt remember feeling more lonely as the hours dragged on and sleep claimed him, blessedly deep.