They landed in a snowbank, a tangle of limbs. Brandon’s face was pressed half in the snow, half against her hair. It smelled like vanilla. Aware he was crushing her, he scrambled, trying to get enough purchase to get off her. He succeeded only in straddling her body, knees on either side of her hips. She was shaking. God, she’d been so anxious about the whole thing, and here they’d crashed. She was probably freaked out. Pushing up with both hands, he asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Isabelle sucked in a good breath…and began to laugh.
Brandon stopped moving, too caught up in the delighted curve of her mouth and the humor sparking in those gorgeous brown eyes. The smile transformed her serious face into something that hit him low in the gut. I am in serious trouble, he thou
