Page 45 of Her Maine Reaction


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When we finally reach the truck, he opens the passenger door for me, and helps me inside. The moment the door closes, I huddle into myself. Getting in the driver’s side, he starts the engine and blasts the heat straight away. When it starts to warm, I place my hands in front of the vents, trying to defrost them.

“They’re not getting warm,” I tell him, my teeth clattering.

“Come here,” he says, grabbing my hands and bringing them to his lips. Blowing on them, he rubs my hands between his, the blood starting to flow again under his touch. “Better?” he whispers, his lips brushing against my fingers.

“Mhmm.” I hum.

“Can’t have you losing any of those fingers.”

“No. They serve a lot of uses.” I smile and wink at him.

Laughing, he lets go and puts the truck in drive, and we start our slow trek down the driveway.

Lowering the plow, Ryan moves the snow from our path. When we get to the end of the driveway, I look in both directions, and see nothing but blinding white.

“Are you sure we can make it?” I ask nervously. “I don’t want to get stuck.”

“We’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“Okay.” I nod, but I’m still doubtful. Even with the plow shovel attached to the front, we’re still only in a pickup truck.

Patting my leg, he flashes me a smile, his eyes bright like a kid on Christmas morning. “It’ll be fun.”

Returning his smile, I shake my head. Boys and their toys.

Revving the engine, Ryan pushes forward, the snow moving away from us like we’re a boat cutting through the water. It flows to the side as we make our way down the road, a huge smile on my face.

“Holy shit, Ryan! This is awesome!”

Laughing, his smile is almost as blinding as the snow. “I know.”

Turning around in my seat, I look back at the path we’ve cut through the road, and am in awe at how much snow has accumulated. It’s definitely well over a foot by now. And it’s still snowing.

We slowly make our way towards town, only having to stop and readjust the plow a few times on turns. I honestly didn’t think the man could be sexier than when he’s in sheriff mode–but I was wrong. Trucker mode is just as sexy in my opinion.

I still feel like we’re in our own world, just making our way through the streets of another planet where we’re the only residents.

There’s literally no one else out here but us.

“If we get stranded, no one would know for days.”

“Well, let’s not get stranded then.” He smiles, looking over at me.

“I’m just saying.” I shrug.

“But then again, we could just keep each other warm while we waited.” He winks, and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just focus on the road.”

“Whatever you say,” he replies, the smile in his voice evident.

When we finally make it into town, I don’t know why I expected the stores on Main Street to be open, but I’m surprised to see that everything is closed.

“Well, what now? Everything is closed.”

“Ash, did you think they’d be open?”

“I don’t know. But I need coffee and food in me soon, or things might get violent.”

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