“Hold,” he ordered. He stopped, still hunkered down, and scanned the area for signs of body heat. Nothing.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Go? Where? How?”
“Vehicle,” he said, gesturing to what looked like one of the many snowdrifts in the blurry white landscape. When she shook her head in confusion, he pushed through the snow—hip deep here—and unerringly found the loose end of the white tarp. With a tug, he uncovered the snowmobile he’d stashed. She had expected something larger and maybe in her mind when he said vehicle she had envisioned a tank but this was….how to describe? There was no way in hell she could describe this dangerous junction of parts on two wheels.
“This is a vehicle?” She gaped. “Are you sure?”
He grinned, swinging one leg over the seat. “Climb on.”
Giving him, then the sn
