Rock looked into her face, heaved in a deep breath, and managed to shift her body to where her face was nestled snug against his chest, and out of the driving wind. He didn’t know how he was going to do it, but this woman needed help. His help. And he had to see that she got it.
He straightened and stared into his surroundings. Snow. Trees. The mountain and rocks behind him. Briefly, he closed his eyes. “Please, God, show me the way. Oh, and sorry about those two expletives.”
He opened his eyes again. The snow slowly halted. As best he could, he played the flashlight over the scene and scanned the horizon. Trees. More trees. And there. A mailbox. Beside of it, a break in the trees. A lane?
“I’ll take that,” he whispered. “Thank you.” As if a warning not to linger, a gust of snow blew up into his face, temporarily blinding him. “I’m moving, Lord. Just let me get her safe and warm.”
Carefully, he slipped the flashlight into his pocket, the beam shining up into the night. Enough to light his way. For now. He started toward the mailbox, snow slanting into his face. Once he got into the clearing and headed back through the trees, the snow dissipated somewhat, but the wind cut right through him. The woman grew heavier in his arms but he refused to think about that, and kept putting one foot straight in front of the other. Step after step, after step.
One leap of faith at a time.
When he thought he could go no further, when his knees were about to buckle and he could no longer feel his hands, he shuffled a few steps more and hit something solid with the toe of his boot.
He blinked and stared down through watery, stinging eyes. A porch step.
He glanced up. Thank you.
About Sophie Jacobs
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Contemporary author Sophie Jacobs has been a storyteller all of her life. Fascinated with books as a child, she loved rewriting the endings of her favorite television shows in her head while walking to school in the mornings, or before falling asleep at night. Her relationship with the written word grew through college and her young adult years but did not manifest itself into a writing and publishing career until much later.
The author of the Harbor Falls Romance series, Sophie concentrates her fiction writing in two genres—contemporary romance and women’s fiction. Sophie refers to most of her contemporary romances as ‘sweeter’ books than many sexy, steamy, or erotic counterparts.
Learn more about Sophie’s writing and the Harbor Falls Romance series at SophieJacobs.com.
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If you are looking for books with more of a steamy, sexual edge, perhaps try out Sophie’s other pen name, Maddie James.
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