The Maverick's Snowbound Christmas. Karen Rose Smith

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      “We can be thankful for the heater,” she said, not expressing what she thought about the blankets.

      Following the trend of her thoughts, he added, “And we can be thankful that we have friends and family out there who will see that we get dug out as soon as possible.”

      “And if we aren’t dug out tomorrow?” Hadley asked in a low voice.

      “If we’re not dug out by noon, I’ll get to the house somehow and figure out how to get you there, too.”

      But Hadley didn’t look reassured by his words, just worried. “What if the snow starts again?”

      “It has to stop sometime.” He could see her eye roll from the light of the lantern he carried. He asked seriously, “Wouldn’t you rather think about the best rather than the worst?”

      “I would, but that doesn’t mean the best is going to happen.”

      There was something about Hadley that told him she’d been through a crisis that had colored her view of men and maybe even the world. The question was—would she let him get to know her well enough to find out her secret?