Snowbound - Harlequin.com

CHAPTER ONE
FIONA MACPHERSON was starting to get scared.
The rhythmic thwap, thwap, thwap of the tire chains
helped her shut out the chatter of the eight teenagers
behind her. With the snow falling so hard, she felt as if
she and the kids were in a bubble, darkness all around,
the headlights only reaching a few feet ahead. Snow
rushed at the windshield, a white, ever-moving veil.
She shouldn’t have taken this route—a thin line on
the map that promised to cut north of the projected path
of the storm.
“This way’s good,” Dieter Schoenecker had said,
when she told her vanload of students what she intended
to do. “We cross-country ski at a place up near High
Rock Springs.”
Hadn’t she been a high school teacher long enough
to know better than to take a sixteen-year-old’s word
for anything?
Not fair. She was responsible, not Dieter, and she had
had some doubts about whether the line on the map was
too skinny. But it was a highway, it headed westbound,
and they should have been able to make it across the
Cascade Mountains before the blizzard arrived.