Snowbound With An Heiress. Jennifer Faye

at all. So which shall it be?”

      Was that the beginning of a smile pulling at his lips? Serena couldn’t quite be sure. And then she conjured up the image of him smiling like he did each morning on television when he greeted the viewers. He was so devastatingly sexy when he smiled—

      “Did you hear me?” Jackson sent her a funny look.

      She’d lost track of the conversation, but she knew that he was waiting on her news. “The bad news is that there’s no phone service whatsoever.”

      “And the other bad news?”

      “We’re stuck here. Together.”

      His handsome face creased with frown lines. “And exactly how long do you think we’ll be snowbound?”

      She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. They did warn me when I rented this place that should there be a snowstorm, it would be quite a while until they dug me out considering I’m off the beaten path.”

      “Just great.” He raked his fingers through his thick brown hair. “I can’t be stuck here. I have a job to do.”

      Did he mean reporting that he’d found her? Serena didn’t want to believe he was like the paparazzi. She wanted to believe that Jackson Bennett had integrity and honor. But she couldn’t trust him. She couldn’t trust anyone—including her own judgment. She always wanted to see the best in people. And that had gotten her into trouble more times than she cared to admit.

      Still, she didn’t want him to worry. “I promise you that as soon as possible, I’ll get you medical attention. And I’m sure soon people will be looking for you.”

      His eyes widened. “Do you know who I am?”

      What was the point in keeping it a secret? “You are Jackson Bennett. You’re the face of Hello America.”

      A pleased look came over his face. “And I’m here on assignment. I have a camera crew flying in to help me film some Christmas segments.”

      It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if she was to be included in one of those segments, but she caught herself just in time. If he could be believed, he didn’t recognize her. “I can promise you, they aren’t getting through the storm.”

      “Is it getting worse?”

      She nodded.

      He muttered under his breath. “I can’t just sit here.”

      He went to stand up. As soon as his injured foot touched the ground, his face reflected the pain he felt.

      “Sit back down. First, I think I should bandage your ankle and then you can sleep. When you wake up, help should be here.” She sincerely hoped so, for both of their sakes.

      This luxury cabin may come with a fully stocked pantry and fridge, but something told her it would be lacking on first-aid items. She’d have to be inventive.