Instead it sat on a cabin table in a blizzard, and the man who had opened it was not Marcus at all.
"You should elevate that," Ray said. He pulled a second chair over and guided her heel onto it, then tucked the blanket around her calf with a practical tenderness that made her throat tighten unexpectedly. "Sprain, not break. You'll feel it for a week. Maybe two if you pretend you're tougher than cartilage."
"I've felt worse."