Page 22 of Cabin Fever Baby

I helped him swing his legs out before I backed up and put my hands on my hips. He really was freaking tall. Not like Kane tall, but the kind that did not belong in a tiny tin can of a car. “Is this your car?”

“God, no. Rental.”

“Hope you got the extra insurance.”

He snickered. “You know, I did, actually.”

“Good call.” I pushed my wet hair out of my face. “There’s a massive bit of snow out here. Just want to warn you.”

I glanced over to the tunneling steps I’d shoveled out that were rapidly filling up. I didn’t know how I was going to get him back into the house without his help.

I turned back to him. “You ready?”

“No.”

I laughed, then I tipped his chin up so I could look into his eyes—and check his wound, of course. The lights from the cabin didn’t quite make it out here, but it bounced off the snow enough to show off his ridiculously high cheekbones and trim beard.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, and I was pretty sure he had a concussion, but the wound wasn’t actually that big. I sure hoped the cabin had a first aid kit.

He tried to stand and collapsed back into the car. “Shit.”

“This is gonna get real personal, isn’t it?” I leaned in to wrap my arms around his middle.

He sighed. “I’m sorry if I smell. I’ve been in an airport for a whole day.”

I laughed. “You smell like my cedar chest with some spice. You’re fine.” And snow. He smelled of spiced snow.

I was very sure I’d never forget it.

“Okay, let’s go one-two-three.”

He reached out to grip the top of the doorway.

“One.” I gripped his sweatshirt, and my fingers found skin. He hissed. “Sorry, my fingers are ice.”

“It’s okay.” His face was close to mine, and his eyes were so sleepy and unfocused. Would he look like that if he was doing something else?

I was officially a creep. Thinking about him like that when he was hurt.

“Two,” I said, my voice way huskier than it should be.

We both said, “Three.”

I pulled and he levered up and we both made it out the door, our legs tangling. Hudson grabbed the open door just before both of us toppled into the two feet of snow beside the car.

I yelped and he caught me in a bear hug with his other arm. My head fit right under his chin, and I got a deep, drugging whiff of his cologne. His beard brushed along my wet hair, and he felt far too good.

Especially in an emergency situation.

I’d careened from creep into full-on perv at this point.

I stepped back, but then I grabbed for him again when he swayed. “You good?”

He shook his head, and his nose scrunched up adorably before he looked up at the sky at the boatload of flakes still coming down. “God, is it getting worse?”

“Sure is.” I pointed to the cabin.” Now the real test is going to be getting you inside the house.”

He followed my arm and sagged against me some. “That looks really far away.”