“I don’t have my cell with me. Where are you injured?” I raised my affected ankle to show him. It was already swollen to twice its normal size. “Jeez, Ab,” was all he said before removing his parka and zipping me into it. I was basking in the familiarity of the nickname when he wrapped his hands around my waist as if to pick me up. “Whoa! What are you doing?” I demanded. “I’m carrying you to safety. You can’t walk on that ankle.” At my frustrated look, he asked, “How would you propose that we proceed?” I rather liked his idea, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “I was thinking you could call someone for me when you get to a phone,” I answered. “You want to sit out here freezing in the pouring rain, rather than go with me?” I could tell he was completely exasperated with me. “Fine, have it your way,” he turned before continuing, “I’ll go call my brother and have him come rescue you.” Shit! I can’t have him call Seth, only to be told that he’s actively avoiding me. How humiliating. “No, will you call my friend Courtney?” I had barely rattled off her number before he turned, muttering, “Screw this.” He hauled me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I had never been manhandled like this, and I smacked at him hard. I whacked the only part of him that I could reach and was rewarded with a handful of his firm, mouth-watering ass. “You like it dirty, huh?” he growled back at me. “I can be a bad boy.” I was sure that he could, and I tried not to picture him being bad, very bad, with me. I couldn’t seem to stop the images from popping into my head, and they were hot. I was on the verge of struggling for freedom when I decided that this was probably the best-case scenario for my situation. I’d let him carry me to a phone, then thank him and send him on his way.