It was a city car with its Georgia tags proclaiming the owner to be a resident of Fulton County, he could only imagine what an Atlantian was doing driving in the West Virginia mountains in the middle of a freak snow storm. With a gloved hand, he knocked on the snow covered window. “Hello? Do you need help?” There was no answer. He reached for the door handle and found it locked, but from the muffled shriek, he knew the car wasn’t empty. “Look, I’m not going to hurt you, but you can’t stay out here all night. You’re going to freeze to death.” He cursed the foolishness of people who didn’t have the common sense to stay home, himself included. Just as he was about to give up, the window rolled down a slow, painful inch at a time, revealing a face that he knew only too well. Kayleigh Donnelly was as gorgeous as ever with her bright green eyes and silky chestnut hair. He knew that when the light struck it just right, there were strands of a deep, rich red buried in it. “What the hell were you thinking?”
