Dark hair falling to his shoulders.
A face carved by years of mountain living.
For a terrifying second, Clara wondered if she had traded one danger for another.
The stranger stared at her silently.
Then he looked past her into the raging storm.
His jaw tightened.
Without another word, he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut.
Warmth rushed over her body.
For the first time all night, she felt safe.
A Different Kind of Man
The cabin was simple but welcoming.