Her Miracle Man
She was so cold.
The rain had drenched her sweater and jeans and plastered her hair to her head. Chilly rivulets streamed down her face and the back of her neck where they entered her sweater.
She hunched over, pressing against the storm's onslaught. Her eyes were nearly closed as she tried to see where to put her feet. Fallen needles from the surrounding conifers cushioned her steps but concealed ankle-deep puddles, one of which she'd already blundered into. Incense cedars, Ponde-rosa pines and Douglas firs—she automatically cataloged them as Calocedrus decurrens, Pinus ponderosa and Preudotsuga menziesii—loomed over her. No doubt wildlife abounded in the surrounding trees and brush, but they all had the sense to hunker down under cover.
She stumbled and nearly went to her knees as the thick needles suddenly gave way to a gravel road. Thank God there was at least a shred of daylight remaining or she might have traversed the narrow track unknowing. Night would be falling soon. It was nearly… She raised her wrist to check her watch. Gone. Where had she left it?
As if frozen by the icy rain, her mind couldn't muster an answer. Nor could it explain ... read full excerpt from Her Miracle Man ebook
