Keeping one hand on the car, I walked toward the back. I was close to the drop-off. Another twenty feet and I would have seen Sullivan way sooner than I’d planned on.

I checked to make sure the tailpipe was clear and dug out a space underneath it to keep snow from overtaking it. Then I opened the hatch and retrieved the snow boots I’d left there after taking Rosie sledding last week. I got back into the car and gritted my teeth against the pain that assaulted my feet as heat returned to my toes.

There were not enough swear words in the English language for this moment.

I could call Dad.

He’d be pissed, but he’d come.

As long as the deer didn’t ambush him, he’d probably make it. But the snow was deep and only coming faster.

There was no way I was risking Charity up here or asking Pat to leave Thea and Jacob.

I opened the contacts on my phone and scrolled slowly, then paused.

Call him.

I balked at my own inner voice.

“He probably changed his number a dozen times over the years,” I muttered. Okay, maybe I was going a little nuts if I was responding to myself.

I tapped his name before I could second-guess myself and prepared to hear the ear-blistering disconnected announcement.

“Willow?” Cam answered.

“Cam.” I sagged in my seat as relief hit me smack in the chest.

“What’s going on?”

I could almost see his puckered brow from here, that concerned look he got when things went wrong.

“I seem to have gotten myself in a little situation,” I said as the wipers slowed. The snow was getting too heavy for them.

“Of course you did. Where are you?”

I cringed but forged ahead, because I didn’t want to end up as the headline tomorrow.

“I got into an accident. Right after the first ridge. You know, where it curves instead of going to the springs? Right before the Rose Rowan turn?”

“Send me a GPS pin. I’m on my way.”

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Camden

I was going to throttle her. As soon as I found her.

This storm wasn’t playing around.

I paused at the ridgeline between our properties and checked the pin she’d sent me with her location against my own. Dropping another fifty feet of elevation should bring her into visibility.

What the hell was she doing out in this? Okay, granted, the weatherman screwed up and said the storm was passing to the north of us, but then again, by saying we weren’t getting snow, they had a 50 percent shot at being right. Snow was accumulating fast, and even the Cat wasn’t going to be a sure thing pretty soon.