The snow image

He'd pursued her through a raging blizzard, then served her vending-machine soup and his own brand of TLC in their motel shelter. Carla Logan knew then that snow would forever remind her of Jonas Davenport-his dark good looks framed against a backdrop of winter white . . . his masculine glow melting the chill of the night. The enigmatic bachelor had stormed into her quiet life, intent on claiming her rare book collection and Carla herself. Long-forgotten urges stirred, but independence-minded Carla resisted. For surely Jonas would handle love as he handled everything else--by taking absolute control. Still, she couldn't quite shake the image of him on that snowy night ..