Above And Beyond 2

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Happy Valentines Day!

CARINA

It all happened so fast.

The way the snow was coming down, forming drifts on the highway, I decided I'd better move into the right-hand lane so I could slow down without getting hit.

I put my right turn signal on and I'd just begun to ease up on the gas, when I glanced in my rearview mirror and let out a gasp when I saw a truck barreling down on me that didn't look like he was planning to stop.

My heart was pounding like a drum as I clutched the wheel and tried to pull over onto the soft shoulder. Afraid of driving into the ditch, once I'd got over as far as I could, I just hung on tight, bracing for the impact, praying with everything I had that he'd miss me.

"Oh, No!" I screamed at the jarring scraping sound of metal on metal when he struck my car, jerking me forward in my seat. But as he kept going, I was just glad that he hadn't hit me hard enough to send me flying off the highway.

I think he must have just grazed me. But my breath caught in my throat as I watched him race on, clipping the two cars ahead of me, sending them both careening down into the snowy ditch.

Though he'd hit three cars, he never stopped till he was a long-ways up the road. Hoping no one else was going to hit me, I put on my emergency flashers and braced my hands on the wheel, as I watched the cars coming northbound slamming on their brakes once they realized there was a truck sticking out on the road and that something had happened.

All I could think of was the people in the two cars who were driving ahead of me, and I just hoped they were okay.

My hand was shaking like a leaf when I grabbed my phone and called 911 and explained, "There's been an accident. A pickup truck lost control and hit the two cars ahead me, and they're in the ditch."

"Are you okay?" the responder asked.

I nodded, though she couldn't see me. "Yeah, I think he just scraped up the side of my car. I'm okay, just feeling a little shaky. But I don't know how the other people are doing."

"Well, the police on their way. If you can, stay in your car till they get there."

It was snowing so hard that I could barely see outside. Shivering, I pulled the hood of my fleece jacket over my head. It looked so cold out, I had no desire to leave the warmth of my car, so I was definitely staying put.

I was staring up at the truck, biting into my lip, wondering if the driver was okay, thinking he might have had some kind of medical emergency that made him lose control and plow into us. But I could hardly believe my eyes when suddenly I saw the driver's door fly open and watched a young dark-haired guy in jeans, a thin black jacket and white sneakers, hop out and hobble his way into the ditch.

"Oh, my gosh," I said, slapping a hand over my mouth, as I realized that he was probably trying to get away before the police showed up.

"Please hurry," I started chanting, hoping that the people who went off the highway would get some help soon, and that hopefully they'd catch the guy who hit us.

I was so relieved to see red lights flashing in the dark behind me, as a line of police cars drove along the soft shoulder passing all the cars that were now inching their way north along the highway.

I saw a cop getting out and walking up to my window, when I put it down, he asked, "Are you okay?" Though I couldn't really see much of his face, with the lights coming up behind him, I noticed he had a nice deep voice.

"I'm fine." I pointed ahead. "That truck that's stopped up there, hit the three of us. The other two are in the ditch, so I think you'd better go check on them."

While a bunch of police cars drove ahead towards the truck, the cop beside me looked over my car and shook his head. "Looks like you got hit pretty hard. Your back tail light's gone, and you've got a lot of damage on this side. The fender is pushing into the tire, so it's going to have to be towed on a flat bed."

"Well, I just hope the other people are okay."

"Someone phoned for an ambulance, so help is on the way. And the tow trucks are already here," he said, pointing at the trucks pulling up behind us.

Traffic was moving at a crawl, I guess because of all the flashing lights, and the orange cones and flares the police were putting down on the road, so they'd know there was an accident. Gesturing back at a big black police SUV, he said, "I think you'd better grab your purse and phone, and I'll get you settled in my car."

When he offered his arm, I didn't hesitate, I grabbed it and hung on tight as he walked me back through the drifting snow to the police cruiser. Though I wasn't in any pain, my legs felt so shaky I was really glad I had someone nice and solid to hang onto.

Although my heart sank when I noticed the damage on my brand-new Beemer, I was just happy to be in one piece.

Once he got me settled in the passenger seat and went around and got behind the wheel, he turned up the heat, looked over at me and asked, "So, you saw everything as it happened?"

I nodded, as I watched the two ambulances carefully steering around us to head up to where the other policemen were waving them down.

"Oh, I really hope they're okay," I whispered.

"Did you know them?"

"No. But I saw the way they went off the road when he hit them, and I just hope no one got hurt."

When I told him about the young guy throwing open the truck door and running away, he pointed outside. "This snow isn't letting up. Once the tow truck driver comes to get your keys, I think I'd better bring you in and you can tell me everything that happened."

After the young tow truck driver got my car loaded up, he handed me his card, as well as one for the body shop where they'd be taking it and reminded me to call my insurance company.

Staying on the soft shoulder of the road, we drove up to the other policemen that were helping the people in the ditch, though I couldn't really see anything in the dark. I listened as the cop beside me explained to another officer, "I'm taking this lady to the station house to get her statement." Then he told him about the truck driver taking off.

The other cop nodded, and said, "I'll run the plates when I get back. But I'll bet it's been reported stolen."

My cop agreed. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll see you back there."

"I can't believe how hard it's snowing," I said, shivering in the seat, as I noticed even his big powerful SUV seemed to be having trouble navigating the snow-covered road, especially once we started working our way up the icy exit ramp.

"There's a blizzard warning, so we might get a couple of feet of snow tonight," he mentioned. While I stared out the window watching it coming down, wondering where I was going to go now that I had no car.

When we got to the police station, I was glad that he was kind enough to come around and open the passenger side door, offer me his hand and help me down.

I felt like I was in a daze as he held onto my arm and walked me down the hallway to his office and helped me into the other chair at his desk. The moment I sat down, I started shivering like mad with my teeth chattering.

"Are you cold?" he asked as he took off his cap and sat it on his desk. When I shook my head and pushed my hood back on my jacket, he looked at me and whispered, "Whoa."

Funny, smiling to myself, I was thinking the same thing now that I could finally see him in the light. But thankfully I didn't say it out loud. Because, ooh, was he ever hot. Handsome as sin, dark hair, gorgeous long-lashed blue eyes, and nicely built, too. Nothing like a hunk in uniform to help take my mind off of what had happened.

"I think I'm still getting over the shock," I said, wrapping my arms around myself, to try and stop myself from shaking.

He surprised me when he got up and grabbed his parka from a hook on the back of the door, came and draped it over my shoulders, and tucked it around me and suggested, "I think you might need something hot to drink."

He'd no sooner said it, when a tall, lanky blond policemen poked his head in the door and said, "I'm going for a coffee run before it gets too bad out there. Do you want anything?"

My cop

, as I was already starting to think of him, nodded and pulled some money out of his pocket. "Sure, I could use a coffee, and maybe a BLT and some soup. I forgot all about dinner tonight." He gestured at me. "And what would you like?"

"Actually, that sounds great," I said as I fished into my purse to try and find my wallet.

"It's okay, I've got it," he said, while I noticed the other cop giving me the once over and slyly grinning at my guy.

As soon as the other one left, my cop smiled at me and said, "So, I guess I should know your name."

"I'm Carina Nilsson," I told him, while trying to slyly read the name on his badge, while I rattled off my phone number and address.

I guess realizing what I was doing, he smiled and introduced himself. "And I'm officer Reilly, James Reilly. So, why don't you tell me what happened, Carina."

Trying my best to remember every detail, I told him how I was just pulling over and had begun to slow down when I noticed a truck coming up behind me like a bat out of hell. And how he'd hit me and just kept going and drove into the two cars ahead of me, sending them both sailing off into the ditch.

He stopped typing, eyed me for a moment and asked, "You haven't got a headache, or a sore neck, have you?"

Tossing my long blonde hair over my shoulder, I tried tipping my head back and forth. Then I shook my head and said, "No, my head feels fine and my necks okay."

"Just keep in mind that you often get head and neck pain with whiplash. So, you should see your doctor if you start getting headaches."

"Maybe I was lucky because he just wrecked the side of my car, and didn't smack into me from behind like he did with the other two."

"You were very lucky," he agreed, staring into my eyes.

I tugged his jacket around me while he typed, deciding I liked his musky scent, and the hint of his spicy aftershave as I snuck a little whiff of his collar.

"So, anything else you remember?" he asked, while I was busy sniffing.

"Um... just that he was limping, and he was dark-haired and wearing jeans, and what looked like a light weight black jacket, and white sneakers."

I noticed he was grinning to himself as he typed, because he'd caught me staring. Oh well, I guess I could always claim that I was feeling a little delirious, because as I checked out his profile, and his sexy mouth, I was starting to feel a little overheated.

We both kind of laughed, when just then, my stomach started growling like an angry bear.

"So, I'm guessing you missed dinner, too."

"I did. I was so eager to get out of the city, I never even thought of it. All I had today was a yogurt and some tea at breakfast."

James checked his watch. "Then you must be starving. But hopefully he'll be back soon." He gave me a curious little smile and asked, "So, why were you rushing to get out of the city?"

I leaned in and whispered, "I didn't want to be around for Valentine's Day."

"Oh, I see. So, I'm guessing you were avoiding someone?"

Just thinking about him made me cringe. "You've got that right."

The blond cop finally came back, and he apologized as he handed James the two bags and the tray with the coffee. "Sorry I took so long, but the roads are really getting bad. If I were you James, I'd be getting out of here. They're advising people to stay off the roads. And they've already closed the highway, because the plows can't keep up. Now we've got all kinds of people calling and asking where they can find a room for the night. But it sounds like everything's booked."

I winced as I opened the bag James handed me, and mumbled to myself, "Then I just hope I can find somewhere to stay tonight."

I noticed the blond cop waggle his eyebrows and pointedly smile at James. Though he just gave him an eyeroll as the other guy chuckled and left.

"So, where were you headed tonight, Carina?" James asked as he handed me some napkins and set my coffee on the desk.

"Thanks," I said, as I explained, "I was trying to get up to my family cottage before the roads got too bad."

"So, you've got family waiting for you?"

"No. I was going up on my own." When he just eyed me and waited, I confessed, "I'm trying to avoid this guy from work who's been following me around like a shadow."

"Is he stalking you?"

I nodded and took a sip of my coffee. "Yeah, he's getting a little stalkerish. We had lunch together twice, only because there were no other tables. And now he won't leave me alone. So, I really didn't want to be around for Valentine's Day, in case he showed up with flowers hoping to ask me out."

"If he ever makes you feel threatened, you should report him."

I sighed, knowing he was right. "I keep hoping he'll take the hint, because I've been avoiding him like the plague. Now that I've taken a week off, I'm hoping he'll move onto someone else by the time I get back."

"Just be careful," he warned me, while I nodded, hating to bring him into my drama.

"This is really hitting the spot," I said, once I'd had a taste of the creamy vegetable soup and a bite of the sandwich.

"Yeah, the foods not bad. And the coffee's a lot better than the sludge they brew in here," he said with a chuckle, giving me a flash of his dimples, making me wonder if he could be any cuter.

JAMES

I was thinking as we ate, that I couldn't just turn her out into the storm and wish her luck with finding somewhere to stay, especially since she had no way to get around without her car.

It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous with her shimmering white blonde hair, and those big baby blues, and tight little body. But what I liked most about her, was that she was just naturally beautiful. No big fake eyelashes, or scary long fingernails, or dramatic eyebrows. She was simply stunning.

In fact, she was so pretty, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off her while we ate. I kept trying to turn my attention back to my screen, as she filled me in on what had happened, but I still kept looking.

Though I lived nearby and had plenty of room, I wasn't sure what she'd think if I offered to let her stay with me, at least until the storm blew over.

If I did, it would be a first. Although, living in snow country, the community always pitched in to help anyone stranded. I knew a few other officers had offered people a place to stay for the night. Last winter got so bad, we had a couple of families sleeping on the floor in our lobby at the station for a few days, till the roads were finally cleared.

No surprise, as I was trying to decide what to do, my buddy Ray came back to stick his nose in and ask, "So, how's the food? Coffee hot enough?" pointedly wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"It's really good. Thank you," Carina said, flashing him a grateful smile.

He pulled a box of Timbits from behind his back, grinned at her and said, "And here's a little something sweet for once you're done."

Then he winked at me, gesturing at Carina. He didn't have to drop any more hints. I knew he wanted me to invite her back to my place, because by now, he had to know about the accident and that her car had been towed. Though I really didn't know if I should, I knew I couldn't go home and just leave her here with nowhere to go.

"Thanks for the donuts, Ray," I said, gesturing at the door, while he chuckled.

"No problem," he said, flashing me a big goofy grin. "Enjoy."

Well, I knew one thing, if I did bring her home with me, no matter how pretty she was, I wasn't going to lay a finger on her, even if we ended up being snowed in for the whole week.

We chatted while we ate. And while we laughed together as we talked, I realized she had a great sense of humor and didn't take herself too seriously. It didn't take long for me to decide that I really liked her, and there was way more to her than just her looks.

Once we were done with our dinner, I opened the box, held it open for her and said, "You pick first."

"Ooh, I like the jelly ones," she said with a cute little grin, as she took a bite, making her lips glisten with the red filling.

I had to clear my throat before I could say, "Yeah, they're all pretty good," as I bit into a chocolate one, trying my best not to stare at her luscious lips.

"So, now that the highway's closed, I guess I'll have to stay here in town, providing I can find a room somewhere," she said, with a sigh as she pulled out her phone to start looking.

"Well... I live two minutes from here. And I've got three extra bedrooms. So, if you need somewhere to stay tonight, you're welcome to stay with me."

She looked surprised. "Really? You'd do that for me? Wow. You guys really go above and beyond. You give me dinner, and now you're offering me somewhere to stay. You're very kind. But I'd hate to put you out."

No way was I going to leave here to fend for herself. "No worries," I told her. "I'm off for the next seven days. We work seven on, and seven off. And I can't just leave you here with no car and nowhere to stay. So, you're welcome to come home with me until the storm passes."

"Well, thank you, James. And I'd be more than happy to pay you whatever you think is fair."

"No, it's okay. But once I check in my gun, I think we should head out, before the roads get any worse."

She grabbed her purse as soon as I came back from signing out. As we were heading past Ray's office, I poked my head in and said, "Night Ray, see you next week." While he just smiled his ass off watching me leave with her.

Since he was happily married, he was always after me to meet someone. But obviously Carina wasn't going to be that someone. Because I knew that as soon as the storm cleared off, she'd be gone.

"Wow, nice house," she said, gazing up at my big brick, two story, once I'd made it over the snow drifts on my street and managed to turn into my driveway, thankfully, without getting stuck.

"One of the guys at the station got married. When he and his wife decided to move out west, and he mentioned that they were looking to sell their house, I decided it was time to stop renting and finally have something of my own, so I bought it."

"Well, it looks really homey."

I pushed the garage door opener, glad that I could put my car away, so I wouldn't have to dig it out once the snow finally stopped, like I used to have to do every winter where I'd rented.

We had just got upstairs and I could tell something was wrong by the look on her face. "You, okay?" I asked, hoping she hadn't changed her mind, since it wasn't going to be easy to head back to the station again with the way it was coming down.

"I just realized that my suitcases are in the trunk of my car with all my clothes. So, I don't have anything else to wear."

"I'll call Benny at the body shop tomorrow and tell him that your things are in the trunk, so no one touches anything. For now, I'm sure I've got something you could wear, even just to sleep in."

"You've been so kind. I really hate to be a burden."

"Hey, no worries." I put the TV on, and nodded at the couch. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, and I'll go see what I can find."

I was rifling through my closet, seeing if there was anything she could wear, and I realized if I hadn't boxed up the last of my ex's clothes last month and brought them back to her, Carina would have been able to wear a few of the things that Angie kept leaving here. Though I didn't really like the idea of her wearing my ex's stuff, since she and I were not exactly on good terms anymore, I figured there had to be something of mine she could wear.