Chapter 3
Chelsea smelled smoke and instantly sat straight up. A warm, thick quilt fell to the floor at her feet, and she realized she was on a couch with velvety cushions. She glanced out the window, into the dark night, and stared into green fields.
A crash from behind, then her old car erupting in flame flashed across her mind. Her seatbelt hadn’t released and smoke had gone down her lungs, choking her. She swallowed, and her throat burned.
For sure she thought that was the end of her life.
Metal scraped against ceramic and she turned. A handsome, sexy man with dark eyes and curls in his short hair appeared like an avenging angel. Had she made him up?
But then she turned and realized he was no answer to her prayer, but a real flesh and blood man. The same man who’d pulled her out o
