“What are you doing?” She raised a shaky hand.
“Saving your butt.” He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
She slid out of his hold and landed in a heap at his boots. “You dropped me on purpose!”
“What? Why would I do that?”
“Payback. For the water—”
He hoisted her upright, this time holding her firmly.
“I’m quite capable of standing.” She shoved at his chest.
The combination of a squirming woman and a furious wind knocked them both off balance. Andrew toppled backward, and Blondie landed on top of him with a thud.
She scrambled to stand, using him as leverage and forcing him deeper into the snow. “I can walk on my own.” She stumbled.
He glanced at her boots. “Not in those. Who wears ankle boots with needle-thin heels in a blizzard?” Gusts of wind stung his cheeks like icy slaps. “I’ve had enough of this storm. You have two choices. Stay here and freeze. Or let me help you to the truck.”
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