She could not see more than a few inches into the white blur that roared against the glass, and so she turned, sought a chair near the table, and resumed watching Lawler.

And her eyes filled with a warm light as they followed his movements--noting that he seemed handsomer now than he had appeared when she had met him that day at the foot of the stairs.

And she smiled at his back, exulting in the continued fury of the storm.

For it meant that she would be alone with him for days--many, perhaps.

And she told herself that she loved Lawler; that she had loved him since the day she had encountered him at the foot of the stairs leading to Warden's office.