“Take these,” I said, thrusting the clothes at her with one hand as I slid into her passenger seat and shut the door behind me. “I brought you a helmet, too.” Not that I had to say that, since it currently consumed my lap.

“Thank you,” she responded, already shucking her boots to shimmy into the snow pants.

“What the hell are you doing out in this?” I questioned, keeping my eyes front and center and not on the slide of her hips as she worked the pants up.

“Vehicular sledding.”

I looked her way with a raised eyebrow.

“I was having dinner with my parents, which I was trying to tell you, but you kept cutting me off.”

“You should have stayed with your parents.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” She snapped the pants, then unzipped her skirt and started working it down.

This was definitely not the way I’d ever pictured getting Willow Bradley’s skirt off in a car. Not that I’d ever— Okay, yes, I had. A lot.

“Trust me, if I’d realized this was going to happen, I would have gone down the mountain, not up it. But I wasn’t staying with Dad. Not with his mood.” She cleared the skirt and threw it in the back seat.

“Sorry I cut you off, but I’m worried about getting back and didn’t realize you’d need to change.”

“You figured I drove around in a snowsuit?” She grinned.

“Something like that.” I looked away quickly. The fact that she could find something funny in just about every situation was one of her most attractive qualities, but I didn’t have time for that right now. “It’s about twenty minutes back to my place.” I dropped my gloves on the center console and warmed my hands in front of the vents.

“We’re closer to mine,” she argued as she braided her hair with quick fingers. Smart girl. The wind would blow it all over the place if she left it loose.

“By maybe thirty feet,” I countered. “Besides, I know the terrain back to my place better, and visibility isn’t exactly stellar right now.” I caught a smirk and pounced before she could speak. “So help me, Willow, if you even suggest that you drive…”

She laughed. “Come on, it was a valid thought.”

I knew she was skilled on a Cat, but that didn’t mean I was willing to give up control when her life was at stake. Using the time, I fired off a quick group text to Gideon and Xander.

Camden: Willow got stuck. I’m taking her back to my place with the Cat. We’re taking the route above the hot springs.

There. Now, if things went royally wrong, they’d know where to look.

Gideon: Power station just failed. Keep her warm. ;)

“What kind of power are you running?” I asked her, shaking my head at Gid’s comment.