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out all reception, so he
couldn’t call for help. There was a lot of natural forest on this property, and
with all the snow it took real effort to run through without disappearing into
a snow drift. Luckily, he was well over six foot and his basketball skills were
coming in handy. He jumped over a fallen log before diving under an overhanging
branch. He rounded the corner and the scene came into focus. Two cars were
strewn across a snow mound, anchored by trees which had broken their fall.
    “Holy
shit. What happened?”
    He
stepped forward and a flash of movement caught his eye. It was a woman crouched
in front of an open car door, her expression fierce. Nathan froze, his eyes
locked on the stunning vision she presented. He’d known his share of women:
models, celebrities, even royalty, but he’d never seen anyone as gorgeous as
her. Shoulder length, with bangs that framed her delicate features, her black
hair contrasted to her porcelain skin and the snow around her. Her large eyes
were blue, dark, almost a sapphire color, and she was tiny. But it wasn’t so
much her beauty which stood her apart, it was the calm inner strength she was
radiating. To Nathan that level of self-confidence was as sexy as hell. He
shook his head, pulling his focus from the woman and back to the accident.
People might be injured. Now was not the time.
    “Is
anyone hurt?” he asked, unable to stop himself moving closer to her. As he
stepped into a clear space he noticed the other car on its roof. It looked a
lot like Doug’s SUV.
    Shit .
His friend drove like a daredevil with a death wish, not one ounce of
self-preservation. “Is that Doug’s car?”
    She
still hadn’t said anything and her focus had not wavered off him once. He
stopped as a whimper sounded from behind her.
    “Does
anyone need any help?” he tried again. “This is my property.”
    Finally
she shifted, straightening a little. “Doug’s friend, right?”
    Nathan
ground to a halt as the lyrical tones of her voice washed over him. Damn, what
the hell was wrong with him? Massive car accident in front of him, and still,
all he could think about was how sexy she was. He again forced himself to
focus.
    “Yes,
I’m Nate.” He heard the whimper again, followed by a distinct cry. “Is that a
baby?”
    He
tried to keep the horror from his voice. The storm was worsening and he had to
find out how many needed help. She turned her back on him then, leaning into
the backseat. She had to stand on tiptoes to reach, but without much effort
emerged with a baby in a car seat.
    “I
don’t want to take her out until I can assess for injuries.” Her voice remained
soft and calm as she shifted the car seat. “Can you look in there for a diaper
bag?”
    Nathan
moved forward to assist, but the entire time his curiosity burned. He’d been
around the block a few times. People rarely surprised him. Mostly they were
assholes, he accepted that. Hell, most of the time he was an asshole. But she
was different. For one thing, judging from the cut across her eyebrow, she had
been in the accident. He had seen the path of destruction the cars had cut as
they plunged over the embankment from the main road above, and yet she showed
not one sign of distress, no panic or shock. If anything she seemed to be
assessing the situation and dealing with each matter as it arose. He knew that
had she been a typical college girl – like the ones who annoyed the shit out of
him every game night – she’d be curled up on the ground having a hysterical
meltdown.
    As
he moved into the open doorway, his eyes flicked to the young woman face down
on the steering wheel, feeling grief for the life lost and sympathy for the
tiny baby. She’d lost her mother tonight. He knew what that felt like, even
though his mother was technically still alive. Trying not to disturb the body,
he rummaged through the car, his huge frame having difficulty maneuvering
around the crushed sedan. Finally he found, wedged under the