Elizabeth McMurphy is an up and coming high powered attorney and is after vengeance, involving one of the richest and most powerful families in Colorado. Steve York is an obnoxious reporter that thinks the ice queen has gone too far and does all he can to get under her skin.
When one of the worst blizzards in history hits Colorado during the Christmas holiday and leaves a hurt Steve York, stranded with Elizabeth in a mountain cabin, her hatred for him starts to thaw. But this attorney has a secret that she will guard, even at the risk of losing her only chance at love.
“What’s going on here? What am I doing here and where the hell are my pants?”
Elizabeth practically jumped out of her skin. Steve stood in the bedroom doorway, wearing only some tight fitting pink sweats.
“I found you after your car went nose to nose with a tree.” She crossed her arms. “The question is, what were you doing up here in a snowstorm? Were you coming up here to spy on me?”
“Jesus, my head hurts.” Steve groaned and sat at the kitchen table. “And don’t flatter yourself.” He brought up his hands to rub his eyes and push on his temples. He started to say something when a giggle and a round of undistinguishable sounds caught his attention. Steve stared at the little girl, a whisper of a smile on his pale face. “You have a daughter?”
She chose to ignore the question. “Again, Mr. York, you were headed…where?”
“I was going to see some friends in Granby, then on to Steamboat to spend the holidays with my family.”
“You figured on taking a short cut on Badger Springs Road?”
“Basically,” he muttered. “I had a phone in my pants pocket…” Steve looked down at the pink sweats. “Yours, I presume?” At her nod, he asked with a smirk, “And you’re the one that took my clothes off?”
“Junior, my neighbor.”
“If you’ll allow me to use your phone, I’ll call Triple A and get myself and my car out of your life.” He reached over to Katy and she latched onto his finger, the brightest smile ever illuminating her sweet face.
Elizabeth quickly picked her up, as if he would contaminate her by his touch. “Phones are out.”
“How the hell do you live here?” he asked irritably.
“Quietly. This is…was, my getaway from reality – until now.” Elizabeth sat on the overstuffed rocker that had been in that same spot since she could remember.
“What do you do in case of an emergency?” It was obvious Steve York was becoming agitated.
“My neighbor has a snowmobile, but you wouldn’t get ten feet in this storm.” As if to confirm her words, the wind howled outside the house. “You could always take your chances and walk out. I’d be more than happy to give you directions.” Steve mumbled something and Elizabeth was sure it was not complimentary.
“God, my head hurts. Do you have some aspirin I could have?”
She almost regretted being so rude to him as she went to the cupboard. She filled a glass of water and handed the aspirin to Steve. “Look, we are going to just have to make the best of a really bad, bad situation. Can I make you something for breakfast?”
“No thanks. I can barely keep my eyes opened.”
“Go and lay back down. I’m sure you are still suffering from some sort of concussion.” For once he didn’t argue or give her any smart-ass remarks. He did exactly what he was told.