“What is it?” Finn asked from behind me.
“It snowed,” I said slowly.
“There was snow yesterday,” Finn said.
“Not like this.”
Finn shrugged. “It’s still just snow. Can we get out the shovels?”
“Finn,” I said, because he obviously wasn’t getting it. “There’s alot. My porch steps are covered in snow. My driveway is gone, even if I could get my car out.”
The smile fell from his face. “Shit. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I didn’t bother to answer. Instead I opened the door again and let the picture tell the story. A blanket of white reached almost to the top of the porch steps, with little snowdrifts spilling over and piling up where the wind had been blowing. My driveway had vanished under an endless white landscape, and so had the road to town—and the snow was still coming down.
We were snowed in.
Chapter 10
FINN
I’d seen snow before, so I’d thought I was prepared for Vermont.
But I’d never seen anything likethis.Everything was blanketed with a deep layer of thick white powder, and the air was filled with an eerie silence. And it might have been because we were out in the woods, but there was a finality about the covering of snow that I’d never felt before.
“Shit. Are weactuallytrapped?” I asked quietly.
Cameron seemed far less fazed than I’d expected—but then, I guessed he was used to this. He waggled a gloved hand. “I’ll make a call and my plow guys will get here when they can. But for now, yeah.” He closed the door and wrinkled his nose. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me.”
“It’s fine,” I said. And honestly, it was. I should have been annoyed. I had plans, and they didn’t include spending the day with a guy who probably couldn’t wait to get rid of me. But I wasn’t mad that I’d get to hang out with Cameron for a while longer.
This morning had been a first. I’d never accidentally jerked someone off before. But the chemistry between us had been undeniable, and the way Cameron had squirmed andwhimpered when I touched him had been incredible. Just thinking about it made my blood run hot, and I wanted to do it again. But the way Cameron had hurried to the bathroom even after I’d told him I wasn’t mad suggested he’d rather forget the whole thing.
I took off my jacket, beanie, and scarf and hung them near the door and sat down on the couch. Cameron’s cat immediately leaped up onto my lap and started kneading my thighs with vicious claws, purring loudly.
“Wow,” Cameron said. “She really does like you.”
I winced as she dug her claws in deeper. “I’d hate to see what she does to someone she doesn’t like.”
“I can move her,” Cameron offered and made a move to pick her up.
“It’s fine. You can just kiss the scratches better later,” I said.
The tips of Cameron’s ears went red, and it was cute as fuck. “I should make that call,” he said and hurried out of the room and into the bedroom. I smiled to myself. He hadn’t said no.
When he came back a few minutes later, his mouth was tight. “The plow company says they don’t know how long it will be. Maybe later today, maybe tomorrow. Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you’re the snow fairy or something.”
Cameron perched on the edge of the couch and shrugged. “You wouldn’t be stuck here if I hadn’t run you down.” He glanced up. “I should ask how your head is feeling, since I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
I grinned. “I’d say you took pretty good care of me this morning.”
Cameron’s cheeks went pink, but he looked like he was fighting a smile. The cat chose that moment to abandon my lap in favor of Cameron’s, jumping onto his knees and bumping herhead into his hand, and he relaxed as he gave her a soft smile and scritched under her chin.
“I like your cat,” I said.
“She’s objectively terrible, but I do too,” he said, still stroking Asshole’s throat as she let out a pleased rumble. “She has character.”
