Darling Jenny Read Online Free
Author: Janet Dailey
anxious and rather solicitous regard made her feel warm and safe inside, and she was sorry when he moved away.
'Well then, I'd better see what we've got ourselves into.'
He opened the door to a storm of snow and biting cold winds. His form was strangely dark in the obscure white void as he moved first to the front, then disappeared to the rear of the jeep. Seconds later he was back inside with snowflakes covering his head and coat, and his breath made smoky puffs in the cold.
The audacious twinkle was back in his eyes as he met her serious gaze. 'I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?'
'Give me the good news first,' Jennifer smiled.
'We're stuck.'
'Good heavens, what's the bad news?' she asked in a note of alarm.
'There's a building a few hundred feet back up the road with smoke coming out of the chimney,' Logan grinned.
For a brief moment, anger rose inside her before her innate sense of humour took over, and she burst into laughter.
'At last I know you have a sense of humour.' His laughter finished into a satisfied smile. 'It would have been rough throwing ourselves into a strange house if we were still at each other's throats.' His gloved hand patted the steering wheel thoughtfully. 'Well, you'd better bundle up. It's going to seem like a long hike in this weather.'
Jennifer nodded and pulled the hood of her suede coat over her head, fastening it securely around her neck. Taking her fleece-lined gloves out of her pocket, she swiftly slipped them on to her hands, glancing over at Logan as she finished.
'Get out my side. The snow's tramped down a bit more.'
She slid behind the wheel as he got out of the jeep. Logan was standing calf-deep in snow beside the door as she swung her legs around to get out.
'Those boots are going to do you about as much good as a dustpan when you're trying to shovel through a ten-foot snowdrift,' he laughed as he looked at her petite, fur-trimmed snowboots.
'I think they're only goodfor cleared walks and ploughed streets,' Jennifer agreed ruefully, too fully aware of how much bare leg was going to be in the snow just standing where Logan was now.
He slid an arm under her knees. 'Put your arm around my neck. I'll carry you to the road,' he instructed, as his other arm encircled her back and waist.
For a second, Jennifer wanted to protest. She didn't want to be in such close contact with this man, but the foolishness of such a protest prevented her. After all, it was the most practical thing to do. So she relented, her arms encircling his neck.
They were only twenty feet from the road, but the wind was blowing directly into them. Jennifer was glad that she could hide her face in the brown suede of his coat, not just to protect her face from the icy blasts of the wind, but also to keep Logan from seeing the rising colour in her cheeks. Then he was placing her on her feet, retaining a hold on one hand while huddling down towards her in the flurry of snowflakes and wind.
'We'll walk now,' he nearly shouted, as the wind tried to whip his voice away. 'Keep a hold of my hand so I don't lose you in a snowdrift.'
They struggled against the upsurging cold blasts while the falling and blowing flakes danced maliciously around them. The fallen snow tugged at their feet, pulling and dragging to slow their pace. Then Logan stopped.
'We'll cut across here.' He pointed across the snow to the shadowy grey outline of a building. 'The snow may be deep. I can carry you.'
'No, no,' Jennifer protested. 'It's too far. If you go ahead of me and break the path, I'll be okay.'
His dimples were two dark clefts in his checks as he grinned at her, but didn't argue. He stepped into the untouched snow, his legs moving in close, scissor-like motions to leave behind a white furrow for her to walk in. The wind pushed at her as she tried to concentrate on staying in the narrow lane, steeling her numbing legs against the flurry of cold snow kicked up by Logan's feet. She felt like a
'Well then, I'd better see what we've got ourselves into.'
He opened the door to a storm of snow and biting cold winds. His form was strangely dark in the obscure white void as he moved first to the front, then disappeared to the rear of the jeep. Seconds later he was back inside with snowflakes covering his head and coat, and his breath made smoky puffs in the cold.
The audacious twinkle was back in his eyes as he met her serious gaze. 'I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?'
'Give me the good news first,' Jennifer smiled.
'We're stuck.'
'Good heavens, what's the bad news?' she asked in a note of alarm.
'There's a building a few hundred feet back up the road with smoke coming out of the chimney,' Logan grinned.
For a brief moment, anger rose inside her before her innate sense of humour took over, and she burst into laughter.
'At last I know you have a sense of humour.' His laughter finished into a satisfied smile. 'It would have been rough throwing ourselves into a strange house if we were still at each other's throats.' His gloved hand patted the steering wheel thoughtfully. 'Well, you'd better bundle up. It's going to seem like a long hike in this weather.'
Jennifer nodded and pulled the hood of her suede coat over her head, fastening it securely around her neck. Taking her fleece-lined gloves out of her pocket, she swiftly slipped them on to her hands, glancing over at Logan as she finished.
'Get out my side. The snow's tramped down a bit more.'
She slid behind the wheel as he got out of the jeep. Logan was standing calf-deep in snow beside the door as she swung her legs around to get out.
'Those boots are going to do you about as much good as a dustpan when you're trying to shovel through a ten-foot snowdrift,' he laughed as he looked at her petite, fur-trimmed snowboots.
'I think they're only goodfor cleared walks and ploughed streets,' Jennifer agreed ruefully, too fully aware of how much bare leg was going to be in the snow just standing where Logan was now.
He slid an arm under her knees. 'Put your arm around my neck. I'll carry you to the road,' he instructed, as his other arm encircled her back and waist.
For a second, Jennifer wanted to protest. She didn't want to be in such close contact with this man, but the foolishness of such a protest prevented her. After all, it was the most practical thing to do. So she relented, her arms encircling his neck.
They were only twenty feet from the road, but the wind was blowing directly into them. Jennifer was glad that she could hide her face in the brown suede of his coat, not just to protect her face from the icy blasts of the wind, but also to keep Logan from seeing the rising colour in her cheeks. Then he was placing her on her feet, retaining a hold on one hand while huddling down towards her in the flurry of snowflakes and wind.
'We'll walk now,' he nearly shouted, as the wind tried to whip his voice away. 'Keep a hold of my hand so I don't lose you in a snowdrift.'
They struggled against the upsurging cold blasts while the falling and blowing flakes danced maliciously around them. The fallen snow tugged at their feet, pulling and dragging to slow their pace. Then Logan stopped.
'We'll cut across here.' He pointed across the snow to the shadowy grey outline of a building. 'The snow may be deep. I can carry you.'
'No, no,' Jennifer protested. 'It's too far. If you go ahead of me and break the path, I'll be okay.'
His dimples were two dark clefts in his checks as he grinned at her, but didn't argue. He stepped into the untouched snow, his legs moving in close, scissor-like motions to leave behind a white furrow for her to walk in. The wind pushed at her as she tried to concentrate on staying in the narrow lane, steeling her numbing legs against the flurry of cold snow kicked up by Logan's feet. She felt like a
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