on to his arm, Kristen started toward her Civic again. They slipped, almost went down again.
She was starting to make him mad. Barking mad, as in worried. “It’s idiotic to think you can drive in this.”
She turned his arm loose and slid the rest of the way to the vehicle, slamming into the side. Holding on to the ice-covered car, she turned her head, glaring. “Are you calling me an idiot?”
Caleb’s shoulders heaved. He slid in next to her, using the car as support. His breath puffed white fog. The freezing rain was giving him hypothermia.
“I didn’t mean it that way. I just don’t like the idea of you out by yourself in this kind of weather. If you wreck or run off in a ditch—”
“I have a cell phone.”
Irritating, independent woman. “But no one will be able to get to you. Be sensible and let me drive you home.”
“What makes you think you can drive any better than me?”
When had she become so unreasonable? “My truck is heavy, a three-quarter-ton four-wheel drive. We stand a better chance of actually getting to town in it than in your lightweight car.”
She considered for less than a second. “My dad would agree with you.”
“One sensible Andrews anyway,” he grumbled. “I’ll bring the truck around. Wait inside your car out of this weather.”
He made his way up the rise to the carport. Driving in this weather was madness. But Kristen wanted to go home, and he wanted her safe and sound and out of his house. He yelled in the back door to let Pops know where he was going, got in his truck and drove carefully out to the road.
He waited while Kristen locked her car—as if some fool would be out burglarizing cars tonight—then slid her way to his truck, where she slammed into the side. Laughing. The crazy woman was laughing.
Nothing was funny to him right now.
He’d get out and open her door, but the truck would probably slide off on its own. Not a happy thought.
Using the overhead handle, she pulled herself up and into the cab, taking care, he noted, to keep her weight off the formerly broken leg.
“If I wasn’t trying to get home, the icy ground would be fun.”
“You’re not a rancher.” He’d probably have three babies tonight, all of them in danger of freezing to death in this wet, cold weather unless he stayed out in the barn with the mamas. “Buckle up and hold on.”
Once she was settled, he eased off the brake. Traction was limited, but the truck crawled forward.
They didn’t talk. Tension filled the cab. Caleb thought his shoulder muscles might snap in half.
Kristen leaned forward, staring out at the crystallized terrain as if her kryptonite eyes could melt the ice. Caleb focused on holding the truck on the road. No one else had driven this way since Kristen had come in. No tracks, no ruts, and the dirt and gravel had disappeared beneath a thick sheet of ice. Nothing to give him traction.
They’d traveled less than a quarter mile when he started up a small hill. The truck slowed to a crawl. He gently pressed the accelerator. All four wheels spun. The truck slipped to one side. Caleb eased off the gas pedal. And the truck began a slow, silent slide. Backward.
Caleb was helpless to stop it. One tap of the brakes and they’d be in a ditch or worse, upside down.
Holding the wheel, he did his best to stay on the road until gravity stopped them at the bottom of the hill.
Kristen looked at him with worried eyes. “I don’t think we can do this, Caleb.”
Suddenly, it hit Caleb like a brick to the face. The woman he couldn’t get out of his head or his heart, the woman who belonged to a Colorado doctor, was stranded in the ice storm. Maybe for days. With him.
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