Just a few minutes in the truck, and already she felt the ache of circulation returning to her fingers and toes. She pulled the jacket tight around her to hoard every possible bit of heat. Snowflakes whizzed against the windshield and she watched them numbly. Stumbling around in the woods as the temperature dropped had been terrifying. The combination of darkness and cold had given rise to a bone-deep fear unlike anything she’d ever experienced. How long could she have lasted out there on her own? Holly’s teeth chattered, and the man behind the wheel pretended not to notice. She glanced over at him. She’d never taken a ride from a stranger before. Probably not a smart move. Then again, it was smarter than cowering in the forest and dying of hypothermia. She looked out the window as he pulled up to a small A-frame cabin. As promised, it wasn’t far from the crash site. But the house wasn’t quite what she’d expected when they’d passed through fancy electronic gates to enter the D&D Ranch.
