“What if it’s FedEx? Or UPS?” she countered as she walked to the front door.
“They would’ve left the packages at the gate like they always do,” I pointed out, walking behind her to the door.
I wouldn’t let her answer it alone.
Whoever was on the other side had climbed over a fence to get here. Then walked a full fucking mile down a gravel road to get to the front door.
Anyone else who had come visiting would’ve called before they did that.
Seeing as I’d had my phone on me since I woke up, I doubted that it was anyone I wanted there.
She pushed the curtains to the side and said, “It’s a woman.”
I followed her line of sight and scowled.
“What is it?”
“The receptionist for the sheriff’s department, Kelly Waller,” I grumbled. “You answer it. I’m not here.”
“What?” she squawked. “I can’t answer the door to someone you work with!”
I left, leaving them both there.
She could answer it or not, I didn’t care.
I whipped off the t-shirt that I had on and tossed it into the laundry room as I passed.
Today I was going for a run.
Maybe I’d take Neo with me.
He hated the leash, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t run beside me. Or near me.
And seeing as I was now forced to do a trail run on my own damn property instead of going down the road like I’d originally been intending…
I walked out the back door and Neo came to his feet.
I walked past him, giving him a wide berth, and called, “You can come with me. Or you can stay and deal with the psychopath that never takes no for an answer.”
Neo watched me leave.
He leveled the open gate with an intense look, and I wondered if he’d follow me or stay.
I started out at a jog, careful to let my muscles get warm before I pushed it to anything more intense.
I heard a rock behind me click, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Neo there, but far enough away that there would be no chance of us accidentally touching.
I turned back around and kept my eyes down, making sure that I didn’t die on a loose rock.
It was cold out today.
Colder than the locals said it was supposed to be.
I doubted that we’d make it much longer before there was actual snow.
Being from the South, I’d never gotten the chance to experience a true ‘winter’ until I’d moved here last year.
I’d been thrust directly into snowmageddon, and forced to learn really fast how to survive a Montana winter.
