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“I’d start worrying.”
I didn’t think, I just screamed bloody murder.
Chapter Thirty-Two
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Time seemed to slow down as I made my way in the bitter cold. My entire body felt frozen to the core. I hated leaving Henley behind, but she was safer back in the truck. There was no fucking way she would have made it in this weather.
Every step hurt. I couldn’t feel my feet anymore and my hands were numb. Hugging my winter coat tighter around me, I pressed on, refusing to give up as a fierce gust of wind blew around me.
This wasn’t my first time in weather like this and it wouldn’t be the last. If I could make it through the winters in Afghanistan, then Rosewood Mountain should be a piece of cake.
At least no one was shooting at me this time.
So that was a plus.
And unlike the last time, I knew this mountain, walked almost every trail, and scouted every corner. I knew where the houses were and how long it would take me to reach them on foot. Just never thought I’d need that information in the fucking blizzard to end all blizzards.
I was from south Texas.
Where it was warm ninety-nine percent of the time. Hell, from where I came from, just the mention of white shit sent residents into a panic. Grocery shelves emptied overnight, and people stayed home and prayed that it was some sick joke.
Only an idiot would venture out into this shit, and it looked like I was the idiot. If I had half a fucking brain, I would have stayed in the truck with Henley. We could have kept ourselves warm. Hell, our combined body heat would have sustained us until the storm let up.
But no.
Did I even think about that?
Fuck no.
My dumbass decided to venture out and be the fucking hero.
This hero shit was for the birds.
And there went my balls.
Groaning, I carried on, sludging my way through the knee-deep snow as another gust swirled around me. The longer I walked, the colder I got and when I spotted a glow of light up ahead, I seriously wanted to get down on my knees and thank the big guy up above.
Priest would be so pleased.
Trudging on, I didn’t bother knocking when I finally made it to the door, I just walked in.
“Oh god.” I heard Skylar gasp.
“Holy fuck!” Pyro shouted, rushing towards me. “Priest, grab some blankets!”
“Hen-n-n-l-e-y,” I stuttered, as I could feel the heat from the house trying to break through my frigid body. Shivering, I stood rooted in my spot as Pyro rushed over, helping me over to the lit fireplace.
“She’s not here, brother,” Frank said, handing me his cup of coffee. Cupping it, I drank it down, grimacing at the bitterness.
No sugar.
Or cream.
But I didn’t care. It was warm.
“Here, man,” Priest said, wrapping a wool blanket around me.
