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right now, Georgia from Louisiana. And I’ll get you a phone as soon as I lug Flynn out of your car.  Later you’re going to have to tell me how someone your size got him in there in the first place. I’m James, in case you were wondering. Jimmy to my friends and women freezing on random roadsides.”
    He disappeared, his body no longer a shield between her and the open truck door. She shuddered, clutching the blanket tighter. She was freezing. And she knew enough to know that there was no way she was going to warm up until she got into a change of clothes. Hers were soaked clean through.
    She heard Roux bark excitedly and smiled as the wet heap of fur jumped up onto her lap. Georgia opened her blanket and enclosed her shivering companion, cuddling her close. “Good girl,” she murmured soothingly, thankful to have something other than her own discomfort to focus on. “Good girl.”
    The dog’s presence and body heat was calming. Georgia leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Just a few minutes. She just needed a few minutes. So snow patrol hunk and snowmobile hunk were called Jimmy and Flynn. Brothers? They looked nothing alike, other than their above average sizes. Maybe they had different mothers.
    Sexy half brothers. Georgia thought of Connie’s friend Charli’s situation and grinned. Only two men instead of three, but they would do. A girl could fantasize, couldn’t she? Especially if she desperately needed to get warm.
     
    ***
     
    The rich voice she heard as she regained consciousness, made Georgia think of whiskey and naked fireplace make-out sessions. Whoever it belonged to was speaking in low, hushed tones beside her. “Mild hypothermia, but no injuries. She’s been asleep since Jimmy brought her in, along with our knuckleheaded Flynn.”
    The man paused and sighed. “He’ll be fine. He was dressed for the weather, at least. Just not the crash. He’s bruised, has a bad headache to go with his slight concussion and a well-deserved case of guilt about your friend, Georgia, but he’ll live.”
    Your friend? Georgia struggled to fight her way out of the warm lethargy that covered her along with several quilts and, if she wasn’t mistaken, her dog. “Who—?”
    A chair scraped along the floor and the whiskey voiced man spoke with a smile in his voice. “She’s awake, Connie. I imagine she’ll want to talk to you before she lets me near her. Hang on. Georgia?”
    She opened her eyes. It was official. This whole experience had been a dream. It had to be. She was still in the SUV, alone on an isolated road and dreaming. It was the only explanation that made any sense.
    That or Colorado was a popular retirement community for gorgeous immortal demi-gods.
    She pushed herself up, noticing the large bed she was resting in the middle of, the warm, rustic room…was she in a cabin? She tried not to stare at the Paul Bunyan look alike standing over her, complete with flannel shirt, auburn curls, trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes.  “Georgia? Do you think you’re up to taking a phone call?”
    Connie. He’d said Connie. She nodded, not really sure why she was blushing, and accepted the cell phone he was holding out to her. “Hello?”
    “Oh my God, Georgia. You have no idea how worried I’ve been.” Connie sounded exhausted. “When the phone died and I couldn’t get you back, I panicked. I knew Doctor Williams had a brother who was a highway patrol officer in Divide, so I called. I’m so glad I called.”
    Georgia lifted a hand to her head as she shook it. She had an awful headache, but her friend’s anxiety was tangible. “Calm down, Connie. I’m fine. At least, I think I’m fine.” She glanced up in question, and the gorgeous lumberjack nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Is Doctor Williams the man who just handed me the phone?”
    “Yes. He has several patients he visits at the Medical Center in Denver, and we’ve done a lot of fundraising together this year. You lucked out in the rescue