His eyes flickered over her leather boots. They were good, soft, waterproof leather, but heels like that weren't made for walking. And neither, by the look of it, was she. He raised his eyebrows. 'Not exactly dressed for it, are you?'
'Well, I wasn't expecting to have to go for a hike!'
His eyes narrowed. 'Ever skied?'
Keri laughed. 'With my job? You're kidding-skiing is classified as a dangerous sport and therefore frowned on.'
Pretty restrictive job, he thought. 'Well, you're sure you're up to it?'
'I can manage,' she said stubbornly.
He supposed that there was no choice but to let her try. 'You'll have to-because there's no way I'm carrying you.' His eyes mocked her again as he saw her lips part, and he realised that he was lying. Of course he would carry her, just the way he had been conditioned to do. Men would walk miles across any terrain for a woman who looked like that. 'Button up your coat,' he said roughly. 'And put your gloves back on.'
She opened her mouth to ask him to please stop addressing her as he would an idiot, but something about the set of his mouth told her that the dynamics had subtly changed and he was no longer just the driver. It was indefinable but unmistakable from his body language that suddenly he was in charge. And she wasn't used to that either.
'Hat?' he drawled.
She shook her head and he reached in the glove compartment for a beanie and handed it to her.
'Put your hair up,' he instructed. 'And then put this on.'
'Won't you need it yourself?'
'You need it more,' he stated. 'You're a woman.'
She thought about making some clever remark about equality, but something cool and implacable in his eyes told her not to bother, as if he didn't really care what she thought. For a woman used to men hanging on her every word, it was certainly a change.
He got out and came round and opened the door for her, pulling it back with difficulty, for snow was piled up against it.
'Be careful,' he warned. 'It's cold and it's deep. Just follow me, okay? Close as you can and quickly as you can. And do exactly as I tell you.'
It was most definitely an order.
He seemed to know exactly where he was going, even though Keri could barely make out what was lane or field or sky or hedge. She panted slightly as she stumbled into the blinding whiteness. It was an effort to keep up with him and he kept having to stop, turning to look at her, the slanting eyes narrowing.
'You okay?'
She nodded. 'I'm being slow, aren't I?'
You're a woman, and you aren't trained up for this kind of stuff. 'Don't worry about it. Fingers not freezing too badly?'
'Wh-what fingers are they?' She shivered.
He laughed then, an unexpected and oddly musical sound, and his breath made frozen clouds in the air. 'Not long now,' he promised softly.
As she teetered behind him she wondered how he could be so sure. Swirling flakes of snow flew against her face, shooting into her eyes and melting on her lips. The boots she had thought comfortable were only so in the context of a short stroll down a London street. Her feet felt as if they had been jammed into sardine cans and her toes were beginning to ache and to burn. And her fingers were freezing-so cold that she couldn't feel them any more.
She had never been so aware of her body in such an aching and uncomfortable way, and with the unfamiliar feelings of physical discomfort came an equally unfamiliar fear. What if they couldn't find the place he had claimed he had seen? Hadn't she read newspaper reports of people freezing to death, or getting lost in conditions not unlike this?
A shiver quite unconnected to the cold ran through her. Why hadn't they just waited in the car and sat it out until morning? At least they would have been easily found there. She bit her lip hard, but scarcely felt it, then he stopped suddenly.
'Here!' he said, and a note of satisfaction deepened his voice into a throaty growl. 'I knew it!'
Keri peered ahead, her breath a painful, icy gasp which shot from her lungs. 'What is it?' she questioned weakly.
'Shelter!'
As she came alongside it, it loomed up before her like a spectre. It didn't look either warm or welcoming. It was a very tall building-almost like a small church-and the path leading up to it was banked high with snow. There was no light whatsoever, and the high windows were uncurtained, but at least it was shelter.
And Keri did what any woman would do under the circumstances.
She burst into tears.
CHAPTER TWO
JAY narrowed his eyes and gave her a quick, assessing look. How like a woman! The Canadians had at least five different descriptions for snow; the Icelanders countless more-and so it was with women and their tears. They cried at the drop of a hat, for all kind of reasons, and it rarely meant anything serious. And these, he surmised, were simply tears of relief.
He ignored them.
'There's nobody home,' he said, half to himself. If indeed it was somebody's home.
The tears had taken her off guard. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried, for that was one thing her job had given her, in spades-the ability to hide her feelings behind a bright, professional smile. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn't drawn attention to them, yet perversely she felt short-changed because he hadn't attempted to comfort her-even in a small way-and she scrubbed at the corners of her eyes rather defensively, with a frozen fist. 'How can you tell?' she sniffed.
Explaining would take longer than going through the motions, and so he began to pound at the door with a loud fist. He waited, but, as he had known, the place was empty.
'Stand back,' he said tersely.
'Why?'
'Because I'm going to have to get us inside.'
Keri eyed the door, which was made of strong, heavy oak. 'You're planning to kick the door in, are you?' she asked disbelievingly.
He shook his head, half tempted to give a macho display of strength just to show her. 'No, I'll jimmy the lock instead.'
'J-jimmy the lock?' It wasn't an expression she was familiar with, but she could work out what he meant. Alarmed, Keri took a step back and very nearly lost her balance, but he didn't appear to have noticed that either. 'You can't do that! That's called breaking and entering!'
He shot her one impatient glance. 'And what do you suggest?' he questioned coolly. 'That we stand here all night and freeze to death just to have our good citizen medals awarded to us?
'No, of course I-'
'Then just shut up for a minute and let me concentrate, will you?'
This was an order verging on the simply rude, but Keri didn't have time to be indignant, because, to her astonishment, he produced what looked like a screwdriver from the pocket of his flying jacket, leaving her wondering slightly hysterically if it was a necessary job requirement for all drivers to have house-breaking skills. She dug her gloved hands deep into the pockets of her coat, and with chattering teeth prepared for a long wait.
But with astonishing speed he was soon opening the front door, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he saw her look of horror.
'You look surprised,' he commented.
'Surprise isn't quite the right word-how the hell did you manage to do it so quickly?' she demanded as she stepped inside and he shut the door firmly behind her.
'You don't want to know,' he drawled. 'Just put it down as one of many skills I have.'
Oh, great! What kind of a maniac had she found herself marooned with? A thief? Or worse?
She eyed him with apprehension, but he was looking around him, his face raised slightly, almost like an animal which had found itself in a new and potentially hostile terrain, his hard body tensed and watchful.
Jay was enjoying himself, he realised. He had forgotten what it was like to live on his wits, to cope with the unexpected, to use his instincts and his strength again. It had been a long time. Too long. 'Nobody lives here,' he said softly. 'At least, not all the time.'
'How can you tell?'
'Because it's cold-really cold. And there's no smell-when a place is inhabited people always leave a scent around.' He stared down at the floor, where the shadowed outline of untouched post lay. 'But it's more than that-it's a feeling. A place that isn't lived in feels lonely.'
Lonely … yes-quite apart from its geographical isolation, the house had a lonely feel. And Keri knew exactly what that meant-you could have the busiest life in the world, but inside you could sometimes feel achingly lonely.