Starting Over
By Marissa Dobson
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Starting Over
Copyright ©2014, Marissa Dobson
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Starting Over
Marissa Dobson
Not everyone is given a second chance at love. When Scott Meyers finds Liz Hoffman—the woman who walked out on him fifteen years ago—on the side of the road after a car accident in the middle of a snowstorm, he’s unwilling to let her slip through his fingers again. Will she accept him back into her life, or will their second chance melt away like the snow beneath their feet?
Chapter One
Surrounded by only wilderness and wild animals was supposed to help Scott Meyers deal with the shit that happened that year. With New Year’s only hours away, he needed to put the past behind him so he could start fresh. He had been there since Christmas Eve and it was proving to be more of a challenge than he thought it would. The snow hadn’t stopped falling since Christmas morning, and he was beginning to go a little crazy. There was no escaping the cabin until the storm let up but thankfully he had enough wood to keep him going, even if he was stranded there for weeks.
This cabin had been his childhood home, a place of happiness and memories. It was shortly after he turned twenty that his father had a heart attack and died, leaving this place to him. After that it had only been used occasionally. Now he had been using it as a place to escape from his life anytime he could get away. It didn’t matter if it was only for an overnight trip or for a few days. Every time he left here, he seemed to come away a better person, moving closer to letting go of the mistakes of his past.
Now if he could just give up the biggest ghost—Liz Hoffman. The one woman he’d loved who had walked out on him. She hadn’t liked the man he was becoming when his business law firm took off. A few well-placed clients, and suddenly he was in over his head. He never suspected defending a doctor against malpractice would bring mob connections to his door. Now that he thought about it, he realized he should be surprised it didn’t happen earlier. After all, with his practice just outside of New York City, the mafia was a frequent threat.
He glanced up to the fireplace mantel where the reminder of her sat. A glass elephant, with its skin a silvery gray, bright blue eyes that almost seemed to be watching him, and the long tail which hung down the back where a smaller elephant had wrapped his trunk around it. Liz always had a thing for elephants, and when he saw it in the shop a few weeks before her birthday, he had bought it for her. That was the day he had come home to find all of her things gone. She had simply vanished.
He should have gotten rid of that figurine but every time he thought about it he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Well, this year was the end. It would be gone by New Year’s Eve, because he was closing the door to the past and to Liz. Then, when he made it back to town, he was done; no longer would he defend low-life scum. He was shutting down his firm and moving out of the city. Maybe he’d move back to this little cabin; he didn’t need much. Maybe teach a class at the community college, or write that book he had always wanted to write but never had the time for.
He didn’t care what he was doing as long as it wasn’t the same life he had been living for the last several years. At forty-three, he needed more out of life than what he had. He had given up on the idea of a wife and family, but there was more to life than that.
J.R., his old German Shepherd who had been sleeping in front of the fireplace, perked up his ears and began to bark frantically.
“What is it, boy?” Scott rose from the chair, grabbing the rifle he kept mounted above the fireplace, and peeked out the window. Snow was all he could see. It was coming down hard and heavy, the wind blowing until it howled, tossing up freshly fallen drifts. “I don’t see anything. Old man, I think it’s your ears and the wind. Go back to sleep.”
As if to insist Scott was wrong, J.R. rose from the rug, stretched, and tipped his head back in a howl.
“Fine, if it makes you happy, I’ll go look.” He grabbed his coat from the peg by the door, slipped it on, and shook his head at the dog. “If this is nothing, you’re going to sleep out in the cold tonight.” The threat was a dead one; they both knew he’d never do that to J.R. The poor dog was too old, and even if he wasn’t, he was Scott’s only companion.
J.R. came up next to him, his barks and howls urging Scott to open the door. He glanced around, not even a footprint in the snow. “See, there’s nothing.” Before he could grab the dog’s collar, he took off past him, running through the snow. “If you’re going to play in the snow you’re on your own,” Scott shouted.
J.R.’s barks continued, finally piquing Scott’s suspicions. He stepped out, pulling the cabin door shut behind him, and followed. “This better be worth it.” Even if he thought he was going on a wild goose chase, he couldn’t let J.R. go out there by himself. The bears might be hibernating for the winter, but anything could happen to his old dog.
He crested the small hill in front of the cabin, giving him a great view of the road. Or what should have been the road, since everything seemed to blend together from all the snow. He was only able to tell that there should have been a road there because the trees were cleared away. No one traveled the mountain in this weather, so there were no tire tracks. Anyone who was stupid enough to face this storm on the mountain was stuck here until it passed.
Something moved in the distance, catching his gaze. A car. It had gone off the side of the narrow mountain road and from the looks of it had been there for a while. It was completely covered in snow, but someone was inside, trying to push the door open. It wasn’t going to happen, not with the snowdrift that had built up.
He slipped the rifle strap over his shoulder and continued down the hill after J.R., toward the car. He didn’t bother to yell that he was coming to help, because there was little doubt whoever was in the car could have heard him over the wind. It had to be a tourist, because any locals would know it was insane to go out in this weather. No one in their right mind would sign their death warrant by being out here. Without Scott’s intervention, this person was done for. He quickened his pace.
He neared the back of the car. The bumper was sticking up, and the license plate read Virginia. No wonder the idiot was out in this storm. They didn’t know any better. He tapped J.R. to get him out of the way, and went to the side of the car where someone had been trying to get out. “Anyone in there?”
“Yes…please, help me!” someone sobbed, the voice edged with desperation. Tiny fists banged on the glass. “I can’t get this door open.”
“There’s a snow drift here, can you put the window down farther?” He tried to peer in where the window was rolled down just a crack, but he couldn’t see anything.
“No, the car’s dead.” There was movement closer to the window, but he couldn’t see through the tinted glass. “Sc
ott…Scott Meyers, is that you?”
“Yeah. You know me? Who’s in there?” Surprised, he waited for a reply. When there was none, he tried to move toward the front of the vehicle to see through the windshield, but the car started to shift. The tree it was braced on wasn’t going to hold much longer and it would go plummeting to the bottom of the mountain. “Are you injured?”
“There’s dried blood, I think from my head. I also believe I might have been unconscious, but I’m okay. Just get me out of here.” The vehicle moved again and the woman inside squealed. “Please!”
“You’re going to need to get to the backseat. I can get that door open, there’s not that much snow there. Just be careful, slow movements, you can do this.”
“No, please, just get me out,” the woman begged, frantic.
“There’s not enough time for me to dig the car out from all this snow.” He squatted down by the window so she could see him. “You can do this. If you do it slow and carefully everything will be fine.”
“Okay.”
He rose up and stepped toward the backseat.
“Where are you going?” Her small fist pounded against the window again.
“To get the door open. Now move, there’s not a lot of time.” He glanced to J.R. who was still standing in the snow a few feet behind them. “Stay back and out of the way.”
“Who are you talking to? Is someone with you?”
“Just my dog.” He used the arm of his coat to brush off the door to find the handle. Since this end was sticking in the air, there was less snow built up in front of it, making it easier for him to open. With the snow out of the way, he found the handle and pulled. The door opened without a problem, but the car began to slide forward, the woman inside screaming. “You’ve got to get out now! The tree is breaking.”
“Damn, you’re still just as demanding,” she shrieked.
“Who are you?” He squatted, trying to peer into the dark car, but he couldn’t see anything other than shadows.
“You’ll find out soon enough and I’m not sure you’ll like the idea that you’re the one rescuing me.” She slipped between the seats and grasped his hand when she reached the back.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, just as the tree splintered and fell away, the car going with it. The sound of groaning metal followed, and then the silent snow seemed to swallow the sound as the vehicle slipped into the darkness. He tugged her hand, pulling her out of the car and into his arms.
The long brown curly hair and shapely body were unmistakable. Liz Hoffman, his Liz.
Stepping back a few feet, out of danger, he let go of her as if she’d burned him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Is there somewhere I can warm up? I’ll tell you everything, just…please, I’m freezing.”
He stared at her, remembering their past together. As if transported back there, he could see one of their last fights, just weeks before they were supposed to get married. He had tried to protect her from the second life he was swallowed into, and the best way was to hide it from her.
“Scott, what about us? All you care about is your clients, but can’t you see that we’re in danger.” Her words played clearly through his thoughts. Fifteen years later and it was as fresh as if it had just happened. She wasn’t talking about physical danger, but at the time that’s what he’d thought. Looking back, he knew she meant their relationship. A week later he had come home to an empty house. No note, nothing. At least not until the next day when the package arrived at the office with her engagement ring and a letter explaining she couldn’t come in second to his job. She couldn’t bear him concealing the truth.
The mafia connections had cost him a lot but that was the one thing that still pained him. He loved Liz, wanted to spend his life with her. All because he chose to represent that doctor, he lost everything he cherished.
“Scott, are you listening to me? I’m freezing.”
“My cabin’s just over the hill. Can you make it?” He nodded the way he had come. The hill wasn’t too steep and it was the quickest route.
“Yes.” Her teeth chattered.
“Come on, J.R.” He slipped his coat off and put it around Liz’s shoulders.
“You don’t need too—”
“Don’t argue, you’re freezing. Who knows how long you’ve been out here for all that snow to gather around your car.” He paused at the bottom of the hill and turned toward her. “What the hell were you thinking being out in this weather?”
“I had to see you.”
“After all these years you decide in one of the worst snowstorms in years that it’s life or death to see me. What could be that important that you’d risk your life?” He couldn’t keep the anger out of his words. She might have walked out on him, but he still loved her.
“You.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I’m here to save your life.”
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