The rich voice she heard as she regained consciousness, made Georgia think of whiskey and naked fireplace make-out sessions. Whoever it belonged to was speaking in low, hushed tones beside her. “Mild hypothermia, but no injuries. She’s been asleep since Jimmy brought her in, along with our knuckleheaded Flynn.”
The man paused and sighed. “He’ll be fine. He was dressed for the weather, at least. Just not the crash. He’s bruised, has a bad headache to go with his slight concussion and a well-deserved case of guilt about your friend, Georgia, but he’ll live.”
Your friend? Georgia struggled to fight her way out of the warm lethargy that covered her along with several quilts and, if she wasn’t mistaken, her dog. “Who—?”
A chair scraped along the floor and the whiskey voiced man spoke with a smile in his voice. “She’s awake, Connie. I imagine she’ll want to talk to you before she lets me near her. Hang on. Georgia?”
She opened her eyes. It was official. This whole experience had been a dream. It had to be. She was still in the SUV, alone on an isolated road and dreaming. It was the only explanation that made any sense.
That or Colorado was a popular retirement community for gorgeous immortal demi-gods.
She pushed herself up, noticing the large bed she was resting in the middle of, the warm, rustic room…was she in a cabin? She tried not to stare at the Paul Bunyan look alike standing over her, complete with flannel shirt, auburn curls, trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes. “Georgia? Do you think you’re up to taking a phone call?”
Connie. He’d said Connie. She nodded, not really sure why she was blushing, and accepted the cell phone he was holding out to her. “Hello?”
“Oh my God, Georgia. You have no idea how worried I’ve been.” Connie sounded exhausted. “When the phone died and I couldn’t get you back, I panicked. I knew Doctor Williams had a brother who was a highway patrol officer in Divide, so I called. I’m so glad I called.”
Georgia lifted a hand to her head as she shook it. She had an awful headache, but her friend’s anxiety was tangible. “Calm down, Connie. I’m fine. At least, I think I’m fine.” She glanced up in question, and the gorgeous lumberjack nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Is Doctor Williams the man who just handed me the phone?”
“Yes. He has several patients he visits at the Medical Center in Denver, and we’ve done a lot of fundraising together this year. You lucked out in the rescue department, I’ll give you that. He’s the best.” Connie’s sigh was watery. “He said the weather was so bad that his brother just brought you, Roux and your things to their cabin. He said you, well, that you had been out too long in the snow. That you saved his youngest brother Flynn’s life.”
Hunky Doctor Williams placed several pillows behind her back and Georgia leaned against them gratefully. “Roux found him while I was changing the tire. I would never have seen him otherwise.”
“We should have called someone”
Georgia snorted. “I’d still be out there with a flat if I’d waited on someone else to save me. I’m surprised the officer saw my rental, the snow was so thick.” She sat up and looked at the doctor again. “You didn’t happen to tow that SUV back along with me did you?”
He shook his head, and she noticed how the dim light in the room added a golden tinge to his auburn hair. She bit her lip. “Darn. Connie, as soon as this dies down you may have to ask Lee’s friend to break out his big truck after all. I’m not sure how else I can get to you.”
A large hand covered hers and slipped the phone out of it. “Wait, we were still—”
“Connie, don’t worry about it. The weather channel is saying this snowstorm is going to last a few days. You know as well as I do that no one is going anywhere for the moment.” He listened to her on the other end for a moment, but shook his head. “She’ll be fine here. We have plenty of supplies; we were already planning to spend the week here. All she needs is rest. So do you. Especially in your condition.”
Georgia’s mouth dropped open in shock. Connie was pregnant after all, and apparently this man planned to keep her in his cabin for the next few days. She didn’t even know him. “Doctor, I
’m fine. You said so yourself.”
He sent her a stern look that for some strange reason made her blush again, and continued to speak into the phone. “We have six days until Christmas. We’ll clear the roads ourselves to get her to you by then. You can call her back later, okay? Okay.”
He hung up the phone and kept his gaze fixed on hers intently, as if he were studying her pupils. “Are you feeling any dizziness? Nausea? What about your vision?”
Georgia swallowed. “No. No. And it’s working.” Her hand reached out instinctively to pet Roux, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, once again unconcerned by their strange new predicament.
“Are all my toes still attached?”
He looked confused so she wiggled them experimentally. It felt like they were all still there. It also felt like she was in a dry pair of sweatpants and a man’s t-shirt instead of her original outfit. She kept her tone conversational, though she had to admit she was starting to get a little uncomfortable. “Officer Jimmy said I could lose a toe, so I was just curious. I have a curious nature and an overactive imagination. It’s a curse. Which is why I need to ask—where are my clothes, Doctor Williams?”
Now it was his turn to blush. Goodness, he was a handsome man. A little rougher in appearance and not as perfect as the other two. His nose had a small crook in it and he looked weatherworn, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. But that only made him sexier.
“Officer Jimmy, huh?” He shifted on his feet and sat back down on the chair beside the bed. “Your clothes are drying by the fireplace. And you’re in my home, Georgia. You’re my houseguest. You can call me Chris.”
She used her other hand to tug the quilt higher against her chest. “Not to be a bad houseguest, but you being a strange man who’s seen me naked? Makes me want to keep calling you Doctor Williams.”
He chuckled in surprise at her words. “You definitely seem to be recovering. That’s a good sign. Now Flynn won’t have to live with the guilt of killing his Christmas angel, and James will stop pacing right outside the door.”
Georgia wrinkled her nose and bit her lip, trying to remember his conversation with Connie. “So Jimmy and Flynn are your brothers too? You all seem so…different.” Other than the hot, giant muscle man thing.
The doctor shrugged, still smiling. “We are in every way that counts.”