Chapter Two
Darius swallowed back his grin as he went to retrieve his blocks from the bed of his truck. He always carried a selection of chunks of two-by-fours, four-by-sixes, one-by-sixes and other bits of lumber for emergencies like this. Most Alaskans did, but him especially. A rural fire chief was always on the job. Just this week, he’d helped a stranded motorist change a flat tire and pulled another rig out of a ditch.
He didn’t always get to rescue such a live one, however. Ever since he’d pulled over, she’d been spitting fire at him.
And he’d done everything possible to goad her on, he had to admit. There was nothing like a woman who gave as good as she got.
He wondered what her name was and where she was from. Definitely not local. Even if she hadn’t said as much, he would have
