Free Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) by Anna Alexander

a gasp.
    Tomorrow? He wanted to see her tomorrow.
    How much of her did he want to see?
    She raced to the bedroom and dove into her underwear drawer, searching for the sexy pair of black lacy panties Aunt Bridget gave her for a joke to wear when she dragged her to see the Chippendales the year before.
    “Oh shoot. Razor.” She dashed into the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinet, shouting in triumph when she found her last new razor cartridge.
    It didn’t hurt to be prepared. And if Cam was interested in sampling her confections, she was going to make sure the presentation was perfect.

Chapter Five
     
    Snowmagedden was the name the news anchors gave the storm that raged outside. Three feet of snow and ice had fallen overnight, covering half of the state and creating panic all over the entire Northwest. In some places it piled five to six feet deep. Needless to say, Fiona never made the drive into work.
    Along with the heavy snowpack, the wind was barreling down the mountain at speeds of up to sixty miles an hour. Between cars sliding off the road and tree branches coming down like rain, the news had been broadcasting nonstop and the police had been going just as hard.
    It had taken her thirty minutes to clear a path to the stockpile of firewood near the shed and another ten to get a blaze rolling in the wood-burning stove. If it was possible to sit on the metal hearth to get the feeling back into her frozen limbs, she would have jumped on bare-assed naked.
    There was a reason why she hadn’t followed her parents when they moved to Buffalo, New York, and harsh winters was it. When the weather turned sour, they quickly relocated to Arizona, but by then she had opened up the shop and was content to stay put.
    The power went out as Fiona watched the noon news telecast with a pillow clutched tight to her chest. She never realized how silent silence was until the hum of the refrigerator and the buzz from a bright light bulb was suddenly cut off like a meat cleaver through a power cord. Alone in her house with the wind howling outside, she felt as if she were left all alone on the planet.
    While her little house was not out in the sticks, she wasn’t close to town either. It could be hours before power was restored, but her gut told her it was probably going to be a day, if not more. She paced a circle around the living room and pulled at the ends of her hair. By her feet sat a stack of books. Not one of them interested her enough to go beyond page one. Sitting and waiting was not her style. Relaxation was a scheduled event, usually occurring after a hard day’s work.
    How could she pretend that the day was a holiday when people were in danger? Aunt Bridget was alone, Mags had texted her saying the pipes in her rental house burst and Cam was probably out protecting the town.
    She pressed her nose against the sliding glass door and worried her lip. The sky was a deep, dark slate, making day appear almost nighttime. Cam’s footprints from the night before had long since been obscured with the continual snowfall. The glass fogged over with her breath and she wiped the spot clear with her sleeve then frowned as she caught sight of movement in the distance. From the vast expanse of white and gray a figure emerged, trudging slowly through the snow. Had a wild animal gotten lost and was looking for shelter? Perhaps it was a motorist who had crashed and needed help?
    The motorist was a more dangerous creature, in her opinion. There was being charitable and then there was allowing a mass murderer into the house. Of course, what would a mass murderer be doing out in the middle of a snowstorm? Didn’t matter. A stranger was a stranger.
    Speaking of strange, the figure was huge, with a large hump on its back. Its torso disappeared, making it look like a floating head. A second later, the image was whole again.
    “Cam,” she breathed and opened the door to shout, “Cam.”
    He lifted a hand and hurried his steps.
    “Why are you