Hurricane Hannah

“Did I say they weren’t?” Fire sparked in her eyes. A hot-tempered redhead. So what else was new?

“No. But I’m giving the reason before you ask. Some of the older folks are going to need help boarding up. So if you’ll excuse me….”

“I’m going with you.”

His jaw dropped. He didn’t need this. “Now look….”

“I know how to use a hammer,” she argued stubbornly. “And I’m in decent shape. If people need help, I’m going to help.”

Buck looked at Craig, as if he might find help there, but the coward just shrugged.

Which was how Buck came to be driving down the mountain behind Craig, with Hannah Lamont perched firmly in the passenger seat of his pickup truck…resisting every urge to acknowledge her generosity.