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had to know if she was okay. “Can you turn your head? Let me take a look in your eyes.” He’d made damned sure her head hadn’thit the windshield. As evidence, his hand still tingled where he’d held her. But he wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t impacted her side of the auto. “Humor me. I’m a doctor.”
    She rolled her eyes and shifted toward him. “Fine.”
    He looked in her eyes and her pupils looked good. He prided himself on his gentle touch and took extra care as he turned her chin. This little fender bender scared the shit of him. “If anything happened to you, Claire would kill me.”
    â€œOh, so you’re just worried about Claire taking the meat cleaver to you.”
    â€œStop taking everything I say the wrong way.” He scanned her body clinically from top to bottom. Or at least he tried to be clinical about it. “Anything else? Any other injuries?”
    She rubbed her shoulder. “I hit my door a little.”
    â€œHell.” He leaned over her and pushed back her long hair to get better access. “Can you move it?”
    She wiggled it around. “It’s fine.”
    He gently ran his fingers over her shoulder, checking for a slight dislocation. Unfortunately, he got a whiff of her shampoo—apples? And of her—pure Emma.
Too damned intoxicating
. He tried to ignore it, but his pecker liked it. A lot.
    â€œOuch,” she said.
    â€œSorry. I’m trying to be careful. I don’t think anything’s broken or dislocated. But you’re probably going to have a bruise. We should get some ice on that.” He opened his door and shoveled some snow into his hand, squeezing it into a brick. He pulled out a clean handkerchief, wrapped the ice pack in it, and leaned over her, holding it on her shoulder.
    Her cheeks got red. “I can do it myself.” When she took it from him, he noticed her hand trembled.
    â€œAh, Emma, we’re going to be okay.”
    â€œI’m fine,” she demanded.
    â€œYou’re shaken up. It’s a normal reaction to a car accident. Even minor ones. The adrenaline floods the body and overloads the nervous system.”
    â€œHow come you’re not shaking?”
    He shrugged. Then rubbed his arm.
    â€œAre you all right?” she asked.
    â€œAye.” But his arm smarted where he’d braced it against the steering wheel so he didn’t hit the windshield.
    â€œWhat are we going to do now?” she asked.
    He looked out the window and searched for the slow car that had caused the accident. It was gone. “We’re going to get out of here. The Land Rover’s a tank.” When he put the vehicle in reverse, the wheels spun, but the tank didn’t budge.
    â€œAnd now?” she asked.
    â€œWe’re going to call for a tow.”
    They both reached for their mobiles. Seconds later, they found out that neither one had a signal.
    â€œPlan B,” he said, pointing to the top of the hill. “See those lights?”
    She looked, then turned back to him. “Yes?”
    â€œWe’re going to wait there until the Land Rover is pulled out of this mess. What do you say, Ms. Castle? Are you up for a little snow trekking?”
    She bent over and frowned at her red heels. “I guess I have to be.”
    â€œWait here.” He jumped out, tramped to the back, and retrieved her bag. The snow was really blowing now and the temperature had dropped here in the countryside. He knew they’d better hurry up to those lights before they both slipped into hypothermia.
    He climbed into the backseat, as the bag and he wouldn’t both fit in the front together.
    She cranked her head around. “What are you doing with my suitcase?”
    â€œYou’re damp from tumbling in the snow at the airport, right? And I have nothing good to say about your skirt in this weather. To traipse up that hill, you’re going to have to be dressed