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Chapter Eleven

Savannah

“I don’t think my flight is getting out tonight,” I murmured, standing by the window as Ryan put another log on the fire.

It was Sunday afternoon and so far, Southwest hadn’t called off my flight. This morning’s update was Denver International was trying to stay ahead of the next storm system, and hoped to have flights moving by four.

The next storm system that wasn’t due to hit for another three hours.

...The next storm system that seemed to be upon us now.

When Ryan and I woke this morning, the snow had stopped, but some of the drifts were high.

The left side of my rental was basically submerged in snow. The only reason why the right side was visible was because Ryan’s rental made a blockade for it.

We spent four hours shoveling off the porch, steps, and around the cars, but the snow was wet and heavy, and there was no way we were going to be able to manually shovel to the road.

About an hour ago though, the neighbor—from four miles down, so were they even truly a neighbor—came by with his plow and cleared the drive. We thanked him with coffee and quick conversation, where he said that if we didn’t leave for the airport soon, we may be stuck another night or two.

Ryan, who didn’t have a flight scheduled but was planning on buying a ticket at the airport, made the point after the neighbor left that, in the event the evening flights were cancelled, would I rather be stuck in an airport for the night, or in the cabin?

I’d attempted to sleep at airports before, with early morning layovers, and I’d never been successful.

So, we were hunkering down for a little bit longer, to be sure my flight was indeed going to take off today.

“Do you just want to call it?” Ryan stood from his crouch by the fire and wiped his hands on his jeans. I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he moved easily to my side.

Sighing, I looked back out the window. “I probably should. And I have to call Conor. I’m supposed to be at the bar tomorrow night.”

We hadn’t talked at all today about any of the declarations that were made yesterday, but that didn’t mean the affection wasn’t there. Ryan pressed kisses to my forehead, cheek, temple, hand, at any and every opportunity. And while last night we fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed, this morning I once again found myself using his chest as a pillow.

So when he put his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned into the comfort of him, I couldn’t help but smile softly when he kissed the top of my head. “It’s just one more night. I’m sure tonight’s system won’t be as bad as last night’s.”

“It’s just one more night, yes, but I didn’t bring enough clothes for an extra day.” I playfully spun away from him so I could retrieve my phone from the kitchen.

“I have plenty of clothes. You can borrow something.”

Picking my phone up from the counter, I unlocked it as I looked up and across the room at where Ryan still stood. “I could probably wear your pants like a romper.”

A cropped leg romper, but the fact still stood that his clothes were a bit too large for me.

“I’m not opposed to it.” He shrugged and smirked, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Maybe I’ll borrow a shirt tonight, and I’ll rinse my clothes in the tub.” I pulled up my contacts and put a call through to O’Gallagher’s.

Three rings—while Ryan was still talking about me in his clothes—and the phone was answered.

“O’Gallagher’s. This is Conor.”

I crossed an arm over my chest and turned my back to Ryan, smiling. “Hey, Conor. It’s Savannah. I’m not going to make it to my shift tomorrow. I’m snowed in in Colorado.”

“Not a problem.” The phone became muffled and I heard, “Mia. Cross Sav off the list,” before he came back, “Governor shut down bars and restaurants as of eight tonight. We won’t be open tomorrow anyway.”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. It’s getting serious, isn’t it?”

“Seems so. Brenna is working out some benefits for you guys, so if this thing lasts for a long time, you aren’t hurting financially.”

I didn’t know how to answer that. Saying that I appreciated it sounded right, but stuffy at the same time. I had a savings, and it had a couple months’ worth of expenses covered. Maybe my portion of whatever Brenna came up with, could go to someone else.

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