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“And how doyouknow?”
“For starters, the water’s not on, and I know you’re in there sulking. Open the door.”
“You know nothing about me,” I snap and stand, throwing the door open. “Oh. . .” Easton extends his hand, and I accept the mug of coffee—my second favorite liquid.
“Get dressed so we can talk. For real this time.” Then he’s gone.
I change out of his shirt, then decide against it, putting it back and hiding it under my sweater. When I walk into the living room, Easton stands by the window, arms crossed, accentuating his muscular upper body.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, grabbing his attention. He looks me over, sending a shutter of nerves through me.
“Why do you need to heal—”
“Please, let’s not. I’m already pretty embarrassed. Whatever reason Tory and Ash had for doing this doesn’t change how we both feel. I’d rather not hash out our past. It should stay where it is. Hopefully, the storm will let up enough to get back to my car. Or let me call a tow truck.”
He wants to argue. I can tell by how his jaw muscles tick like he’s grinding his back teeth, but he holds back and pushes away from the window. “Power lines are still down. No Wi-Fi yet, either. I can probably get to your car with the snowmobile, but that’s just to get anything you need out of it. Another round is headed our way. You’re stuck here for now.” He walks past me down the hall. Opening the closet, he grabs our jackets. “Put these on.” He hands me a pair of snow pants.
“Thanks,” I reply. “How long is for now?”
“Day or two. Week at most—”
“Aweek! No way. I can’t be stuck here for that long. I have work. A life to get back to. Christmas is next week.”
“Thought you hated the holidays?”
I totally do. “Well, I don’t now.”
He sees right through my lie. Shaking his head, he says, “Whatever. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“The snow’s only gonna get worse. Best we head out to your car and grab your things now unless you’re good wearing my shirts until the roads clear up—”
“Nope. Totally ready to go now.”
Easton chuckles under his breath and walks past me. “Then, let’s go.”
Bundled up as much as possible, I follow him outside. To my surprise, there has to be at least four more inches of snow on the ground. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much snow in my entire life.”
“Isn’t even the start of it.”
I stare at the endless mounds of white. “I’m never getting out of here,” I whine.
“Let’s not sign both our death warrants just yet.” I narrow my eyes at him. What’s so bad for him if I’m here? I’m the one that’s suffering. “Joke, babe.”
“This is your last warning.”
“Whatever, just go watch your step—”
“And I prefer that you not tell me what to do. I know how to—”
“Glad you do, but—”
“Seriously, back off!” I step forward, and my foot presses into the snow. It happens so fast that I barely register when my foot continues to sink, never hitting the step. I squeal as my entire body submerges into a pile of snow. “What the fuck?”
“Jesus Christ,” Easton muffles. “Lift your arms.”
“I can’t! They’re stuck in the snow.”
