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A smile lit up his face and he nodded. "Good job. That's just the cabin I was looking for. Let me just park here and we can get out and take a look at it."
"Park in the middle of the road?" I questioned him.
"It's safer than the sides where we might slip into the ditch," he pointed out. He stopped the truck and jumped out. I followed suit and joined him on the driver's side of the truck. "Looks intact, but we'll have to get a closer look before we move in. You stay with the truck in case somebody should come by," he advised.
"All right, but if you're not back in ten minutes I'm sending out the dogs," I warned him.
Frost chuckled and trudged forward. He dove into the deepest settled snow and worked his way through the thick white stuff. I watched the road, but mostly him. Even with the deep snow I could still admire his rear, and I had to admit it wasn't too bad. Frost ended his journey at the door and pushed the snow from the entrance. He squeezed inside and, though he was only out of sight, I felt oppressively alone.
I wrapped my coat tighter around myself and looked down both sides of the road. There was nothing but the softly falling snow and the ghostly trees for company. The feared night fell as I waited, and my heart lifted when, in the darkening gloom, I saw Frost's shadow emerge from the cabin. He hurried back to me with a smile on his face and his clothes soaked to the skin.
"It's dry in there. We'll pack our supplies inside and wait out the storm," he proposed.
I rubbed my arms and shivered. "Sounds better than staying out here."
He looked me over with a careful sweep of his eyes. "You're sure you're okay?"
I managed a smile and nodded. "Yeah, just-well, everything's pretty quiet out here," I admitted.
Frost grinned and a teasing look slipped into his eyes. "Well, I'll keep talking while we pack our supplies into our new home."
I snorted. "I don't know about you, but I'm not looking forward to dining on my underwear."
He chuckled. "I have something that doesn't have as much fiber, but it tastes better."
I raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
He nodded at the rear of the truck. "Let me show you."
CHAPTER 3
Frost led me over to the truck and pulled down the tailgate. I peeked inside and noticed some short boxes stacked on top of one another on one side, and a box labeled coffee beside them. He nodded at the stack. ""I hope you don't mind donuts, and the coffee powder with water was supposed to help them slide down."
I snorted. "Have you looked at me lately?"
His eyes swept over me and so did that familiar warmth that came with the look of admiration in his gaze. "That goes without saying, but I must warn you they are delicious."
I turned to him and pointed a thumb at the supplies. "So what exactly are you doing with a bed full of donuts?"
He sheepishly smiled and shrugged. "I was supposed to be hosting a conference about now, but the blizzard had other plans."
"And they desperately needed coffee and donuts sent over the pass?" I wondered.
"The lodge is notorious for skimping on their coffee powder, and the donuts are the best in the state," he told me. He looked up at the dark sky. "Maybe we should save any other questions for after we get settled into the cabin. Otherwise we won't be able to tell the difference between a donut and a bolt."
A chill wind blew past us and swept through my aching, stiff bones. "Good point. I'll get the bags and you grab the grub."
I grabbed my essential bag and his, and he managed to pile the donuts into his arms with the box of coffee on the top. Frost led me down his path to the cabin and I caught a better rear view of his-well, rear. It was even cuter up close. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't exactly horny, but it kept me warm admiring his assets.
We reached the cabin and squeezed through the door. Emphasis on the squeeze part for me. I wasn't exactly thin and the door wasn't exactly a two-lane highway. I wiggled my jiggle and inched into my new abode. My first look told me it almost wasn't worth the effort. The cabin was a single room with a large stone fireplace at the rear, and fourth-hand furniture close around the hearth. One the left side was a kitchen, if you could call a rusted sink and a table with four chairs a kitchen, and on the right was a single large wooden double bed. On the same wall as the bed were stacked a half dozen cots for the poor saps how drew the shorter straws. The whole place was covered in dust and smelled of bug repellent. The only source of light were the windows at my back.
Beside the fireplace was a stack of dry wood and kindling. Frost strode over to those. Draped over a couch that stood in front of the hearth was a warm-looking woolen blanket. I dropped the bags behind the couch, snatched the blanket off the back and was doused with a healthy dose of dust. It flew into my face and stuck to my wet clothes.
Frost turned at my coughing and choked on a laugh. "I guess the hunters don't believe in tidying the place up for the winter," he mused.
I dropped the dusty blanket and waved my hand in front of my face to dispel the dust cloud around me. "I don't think they believe in tidying the place up, period," I retorted.
He snatched a flint lighter from the mantle and knelt in front of the dark fireplace. "No, but they know wood when they find it. I should have a good fire going in no time," he told me.
