‘It’s broken, and I haven’t got around to getting it fixed yet. Didn’t think I needed it for this trip, seeing how I know the way.’
Ginny reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. ‘I’ve got no service. You?’
Will checked his own phone. ‘There’s a bit. Let me open the map. Oh!’
‘Oh, what?’
‘Battery died.’
‘Are you kidding me?’
He turned it her way as proof.
Ginny tutted. ‘We can’t stay here, Will. Who knows how long this blizzard will last. You said it was due to snow all week.’
‘There’s a blanket in the back.’
Ginny poked a finger towards the windscreen. ‘Can we just drive? For all we know there might be a town up the road, or somewhere we can shelter.’
‘It’s dangerous to drive in these conditions.’
‘Do you want me to drive?’
Will shook his head. ‘I can manage, thank you. It’s not about me or you. It’s about that.’ He gestured to the large clumps of snow bashing the vehicle.
‘Can we at least try, please?’
‘Fine, just keep your eye out for any signs of life.’
Ginny shuffled forward, leaning her arms on the wide dash. ‘There are lots of little villages just off motorways. We’re bound to find one.’ She sighed heavily. ‘Not sure I’d want to live close to a motorway.’
‘I don’t suppose they did either, but seeing how the roads were built through the countryside, I’m guessing they didn’t get much say in it.’
They drove along, scanning the area in silence, seeing nothing but snow, snow, trees, and snow.
‘Ooh, what’s that?’ Ginny snapped to attention. ‘See? A sign. Yes, we’re saved.’
Will pulled up, unwinding the window for a better look, causing Ginny to laugh when his face was covered in snow within one second. ‘You can get out and look if you want.’
Ginny giggled. ‘No, thanks. I’m good.’
‘Hmm.’
‘Well, what did it say?’
‘Happy Honeymoon something.’
Ginny frowned. ‘We’re lost in a blizzard. This isn’t the time for jokes.’
‘I’m not joking.’ He pulled the truck forward. ‘I think it’s a hotel.’
‘I’m not staying in a honeymoon hotel.’
‘Fine. You can stay in the truck.’
She wasn’t about to do that either so quickly chose the lesser of two evils, which was the warmth and comfort of a building, hopefully one that had a loo.
They both stared at the large farmhouse as they pulled up outside.
