I opened the door that had just slammed in my face and ignored the assault of cold air on my bare knees.

“Cam, what’s going on?”

He moved quickly, gearing up to ride.

“Cam!”

He flinched but didn’t stop dressing. “My dad’s had an accident. Xander found him in the garage. He must have been trying to leave, because the car was on but the door was shut.” Cam shoved his feet into a set of wool socks from the locker and then into his riding boots.

“Oh God. What do you need?”

His eyes jerked up to mine. “What?”

“What do you need me to do? Do you want me to go? Should I call the hospital to send an air ambulance? What?”

He blinked twice. “Medevac is on the way. If I leave now, I should make it to Dad’s in time.” He stood and zipped up his coat, then reached for his helmet as I grabbed his gloves. “Just stay here. Where I know you’re not freezing to death out there.” His face disappeared beneath the helmet, and he snapped it on.

I handed him the gloves and grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

“Be careful,” I said clearly, looking at my own eyes reflecting back in the visor. “Camden, I care if you get hurt. So be careful.”

He nodded once and left me standing in his socks, his…everything as he took the snowmobile out and headed to his dad’s.

I glanced around the garage, my eyes landing on the Bobcat with a very lovely plow attached to the front. At least I wasn’t helpless.

Walking into the living room, I saw Cam’s wallet on the coffee table and groaned.

Guess it was time to dig myself out.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Camden

The mountain flew by in a whir of white snow and blue sky, dotted by pine trees and the skeletons of winterized aspens as I raced down the mountain. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, a familiar and welcome friend. The snow had already crusted, the result of the overnight freeze.

Why didn’t I pick up the phone the first time? I could have been there by now, not trying like hell to beat the air ambulance team.

I knew exactly why. Because I’d had my hands full of Willow. The phone had ripped me out of whatever ridiculous daydream I’d been in and dropped me on my ass in the real world.

The world where I would never be able to touch Willow like that again.

The world where Dad left the car running in the garage.

I took the final turn a little too fast and skidded almost to the edge of the drive, just shy of the switchback drop-off. Pay attention.