Frigid by Jennifer L. Armentrout Page A

protested.
    “This makes me feel better, so don’t even argue with me.”
    I did start to argue, but when I opened my mouth, I ended up taking in a mouthful of snow, which caused me to hack up a lung. Attractive. Once inside, Kyler didn’t put me down until we were in the living room and in front of the fireplace.
    “What do you mean the person on the snowmobile saw me?” I asked as he worked the logs in the fireplace. “That means they were doing it on purpose.”
    “That’s what I said,” he all but growled. There was a bright spark as he stroked the flames to life, easing some of the bone-chilling cold. “He saw you. I don’t know why someone would do that, but they did.”
    I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe that anyone would’ve purposely tried to run me over. It wasn’t like Kyler to be so paranoid, but I didn’t know anyone here, so it wasn’t like I’d had a chance to piss someone off bad enough to want to run my ass over.
    “I don’t want you going outside by yourself,” he said, his back still to me as he messed with the fire.
    “Okay,” I said, only because I didn’t want to start an argument.
    He stood, shaking the wet flakes out of his hair. “You should get out of those clothes before you get sick.”
    Feeling a little bit like a misbehaving child and not sure why, I left to do what he asked. Since it was late and I doubted we’d be going anywhere, I changed into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved shirt. When I went back down, Kyler had changed into dry sweats and the fire was going strong.
    He handed over a blanket and I wrapped it around me, grateful. I felt like the snow had gotten inside me. I sat beside the fireplace, watching the flames lick at the bricks. Outside, the wind was really starting to pick up, rattling the house. It seemed like the wind was finding every little crack in the house and making its way inside.
    I clenched the blanket tighter as I scooted closer to the fire, shivering. Kyler watched me for a moment, and then he stood from where he was sitting on the couch. Grabbing another blanket, he walked over to where I was and sat behind me. I stiffened.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “I have an idea.” He spread his legs out on either side of me, and then got an arm around me. Tugging me back, he wrapped the blanket around us. “See? We’re like a burrito.”
    I stayed put, not leaning against him, but I could already feel the warmth coming over me. Being this close to him was nerve-racking in a way it never had been before, so it took me a few moments to find my voice. “It’s a pretty cool burrito.”
    “I think so.” A couple of moments passed. “What do you think the gang is doing back home?”
    I focused on the flames. “Probably hanging out with family. I think Andrea was going to go to Tanner’s parents’ house.”
    “Are they together?” Confusion marked his question. “I never know what’s going on between those two.”
    I laughed and began to relax, loosening my white-knuckle grip on the blanket. “I really don’t know, either. It’s anyone’s guess.”
    “Those two are crazy. I don’t even think they’ve gone out on a date.”
    “They haven’t. I don’t think they’ve done anything, but I still bet they’ll end up married with tons of babies.”
    Kyler chuckled as he leaned back against the foot of the recliner behind him. “You know what I was thinking?”
    I glanced over my shoulder at him. His head was tipped back, exposing the expanse of his neck. He had a sexy throat. Hell, the boy had a sexy everything. A smile tugged at my lips as my chest warmed up. “What?”
    “I was thinking about changing majors.”
    “Huh?” I laughed. “You’re graduating in the spring, Kyler.”
    He grinned as he lowered his chin. His eyes were a warm brown. “It’s too late for that?”
    “Probably.” I wiggled around so I was half-facing him. He spread out one