She just continued to stand there, hugging herself, her eyes wide, staring at the scar on his face.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he told her. "A war souvenir. I might look frightening but I promise I won't hurt you."
"A-all right." But still she didn't move. Her eyes were filled with fear and he had the distinct feeling it wasn't all caused by him.
"Look." He couldn't hide his exasperation. Was the women f*****g stupid? "You have two choices. Go inside, jump in a hot shower, I'll find you something to put on and make some coffee. Or, you can stand here and either freeze to death or die of pneumonia. The choice is yours. I'm going inside."
He made sure the cover was tight on the bowrider and turned to head toward the cottage. Without another word, the woman turned and raced up the inc
