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thank you.” She turned on her heels and walked towards the coat rack, snatching her jacket, wrapping her scarf around her, and tugging down her hat. George watched inquisitively, wondering if the woman was stubborn and proud enough that she’d risk the cold rather than ask his assistance. She faced him as she zipped up her large coat and slipped into her gloves. “I appreciate you allowing me to make a call. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.”
    Her hand was on the handle, turning it and pulling the door open. “Would you like some dinner? It seems I’ve prepared more than I have an appetite for.”
    The door closed slowly, quietly, but the woman kept her hand on the handle, as if she was prepared to sprint at any moment. As if she was afraid that if she turned around, she would never be able to leave. It wasn’t that he wanted her to stay, and if Jim and John were to show up, they’d give him hell for letting her stay, especially after the events of that afternoon. He was supposed to be in hiding, but he’d heard enough of the conversation to know that she would be sitting in her car for the entire night. He couldn’t allow that.
    Not that he cared, but maybe it would award him a bit of good publicity. ‘Even with a bounty on his head, Mr. Clark is still the knight in shining armor’. Oh, the press would just eat him and the story up.
     

Chapter 4
     
    She didn’t know if it would be worse to freeze to death or to stay in the cabin and endure the presence of Mr. Clark. Both would be slow and torturous, but at least she was most likely to survive Mr. Clark. Or so she hoped. She slowly turned to face him and read his expression, but there was nothing except contempt. That was fine with her, because she felt the same about remaining. Still, she was hungry, and her body was already cold with the thought of being back out in the blizzard. Brea removed her jacket, her eyes never leaving George’s. He watched her closely, making her uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t back down from his challenging glare.
    Moments passed, and as she realized that George wasn’t going to back down either, Brea grew uncomfortable. She had to break the silence, or she would go mad. “Would you mind if I called my family?” She folded her hands together awkwardly.
    “Go ahead.” He waved her towards the kitchen nonchalantly. She didn’t hesitate to take her leave of him, grateful to be out of view of his eyes. She snatched the phone off of the wall and slumped into a chair. For the first time, she noticed the chicken alfredo that still steamed from the stove top, her stomach growling in response. She shook her head. The only thing she wanted right now was to figure out how to get out of here.
    “Brandy?” She asked as her sister drunkenly answered the phone. Brandy spent more time with their parents than Brea did, and she had learned that the best way to deal with them was to have a glass of wine. Or five.
    “Brea!” Her sister exclaimed. “Wait, what are you doing?”
    “I’m stranded. Can you let Mom and Dad know that I’m not going to make it tonight?”
    “Well,” she hesitated for a moment, “I think they thought you were here already.”
    Brea wasn’t entirely surprised that her lack of presence hadn’t really been noticed. She rolled her eyes as she answered. “I’m about two hours away. I got caught in the blizzard on Route 4 and ran my car off the road.”
    “Oh God! Are you okay?” At least someone back home cared about her. Had she told her parents, they’d have commented on her horrible driving, scolded her for being irresponsible for leaving so late, for not preparing better, and anything else they could think of. She’d been trying for most of her life to do something they could be proud of, but everything she did ended up in failure.
    “I’m fine, but my car is stuck in a ditch. I’ve called for a tow truck, but they won’t send anyone out into this storm, so I have to wait for morning.” She