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Chapter 1
Irish was walking through the snow filled path that led to her house up on
a medium sized hill in the peaceful wooded area, two hundred miles from a popular resort that the elite love to flock to.
She
was almost up the hill when she heard a loud crash. She quickly turned to see a SUV flip and land in a deep crater near
a mountain that was over to her left. The crash caused a small avalanche to cover it up. Irish ran toward the accident.
It
took 40 minutes to run all the way to where the SUV landed. She huffed and puffed, running out of breath as she tried to
climb the soft snow. Her right foot hit a hard object as she sat near it and uncovered a door.
She banged
on it and yelled. She finally turns her head sideways to see an unconscious man in the driver's seat. Irish noticed that
door to the driver's side was pinned near a huge boulder.
She frantically searched her mind to find an answer,
when her adrenaline kicked in. She lay down on her back and faced her feet toward the passenger door's window and kicked
it over and over until her heavy work boots broke through.
She quickly got back on her knees and wiped away
the glass with the gloved hands and slid in head first, to check on the man. She noticed her was still unconscious and
he was bleeding where a huge knot lay on the side of his head. She sighed some as she saw his seatbelt was buckled.
That
gave her hope about him being alive. She slowly unbuckled the seatbelt while putting the weight of her body against his
has she pulled him sideways, so she would let him drop on his head and cause more damage.
Irish knew
this would take awhile. She eased him at a snail's pace. It was the safest way to get him out. After an hour had passed
she finally got her body back outside and his halfway to the window.
The man seemed to weigh a ton, thanks
to him being out cold and the dead weight his body has become.
The second hour had come and went as she
almost had him out. She had his bottom half to go and then she would be home free. She gently pulled him out further
making sure his back
wasn't cut by any tiny pieces of stray glass, she noticed his face was very handsome. Well
what she could make of it. It was bruised pretty badly.
Thirty minutes later, she finally got him completely
out and laying on the snow. She sat back to catch her breath for a second and noticed how fast and hard the snow was
falling.
She went to the back of the car and broke the glass leading to the trunk area. She grabbed what
looked like a sled and a bag. Irish went back and fell to her knees as she rolled him onto the adult sled and dragged
him back to her
place.
The rush was starting to wear off as she climbed the hill back to her
home. The wind was mixing fast with the fast falling snow. She knew what that mix meant- blizzard.
She
looks back at him and sees his face and upper body were still covered with her huge winter coat. She turned back to see
the snow slap her face with its icy wind as she finally made it to the door of her house.
She dragged
the sled to the door as she reached inside her jean pockets and fumbled with her keys. She opened the door and hurried them
both inside.
She used all her strength and what energy she had left to hoist him upright and drag him to
her bedroom. She stripped off all of the torn, wet, dirty clothes he was wearing until he was completely naked. She
noticed that he was man all over. She shook her head to erase them image and concentrate on saving his life, before the hypothermia
sets in and it's too late.
She quickly went to the bathroom and filled a pan with warm water and grabbed
towels and some liquid bath soap and checked the temperature on the thermostat and the fire in the fire place in her room
to make sure he was warm enough as she bathed him.
She finished bathing him and took all the towels she used
to put under him, in the hamper and searched the bag, and sighed when she found it full clothes. She grabbed a pair
of boxers and put them on and hurried him under the covers, blankets, and a quilt. Irish then washed the pan out and
put more clean water into it and grabbed her first-aid kit.
She tended to his wounds and cuts. The soaked
a small towel into the warm water and took care of the bleeding and the knot on his head.
Once she patched up his
bruises, she went to the bathroom and cleaned up herself.
She emerged fresh, clean, and warm. She
was about to go to the guest room, when she heard a noise. Irish went to see the man shaking and jumping. She knew it
had to be real bad, so she went to the phone, but it was dead. Her lights were okay, thank goodness. She turned on her
weather radio, and heard that the entire state is a state of emergency.
The blizzard covered everything. She had heard enough hand turned it down some as she tired to stop
his chattering and shaking. Without thinking, she took off her clothes except for her underwear, and got into bed with
him.
Irish wrapped her body around his and snuggled her body with his under all the blankets and quilt.
After
a few minutes the unconscious man's body calmed down and she watched over him until he went to sleep. It was in her sleep,
she realized who the familiar looking man was. It was Justin Timberlake.
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