Page 8 of Winter's Heat


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“It’s best if you continue it on another day,” I say. “The weather will continue to worsen. If we don’t make a move right away, we’ll be stuck here for the rest of the night.”

Jacob glances toward the open windows of the foyer. The cold breeze blowing in makes him dig his hands inside his coat’s pockets.

“I guess you’re right,” he mutters. Turning toward our patrons, he adds, “You can visit our office in the coming week and we can finalize the security details for the event.”

“Will do,” says one of the Du Pont men.

I give them a nod and lead the way out of the hall.

“Did you ask the valets to get our car to the front?” Cole asks as we step out of the door.

“Yep.”

“Good. I hate this cold weather.”

A chuckle escapes me. “The Ice King says he hates the cold,” I tease him.

Jacob slaps Cole’s back, making him grind his teeth in annoyance. He can glare at strangers all he wants but when he’s among us, he has to deal with our teasing.

Snow flurries drift down on us as we descend the steps of the mansion.

Our silver Mercedes is waiting for us, accompanied by a valet in a maroon uniform. He tilts his head as we draw nearer and opens the door to the front passenger seat.

“Let’s get out of here,” Cole mutters, rushing toward the car.

I slide into the driver’s seat while my brothers climb into the back.

“Comfy?” I ask, glancing back at my brothers.

“Just drive,” Cole mumbles as he rests his head against Jacob’s shoulder.

“It looks like the weather’s going to get worse,” Jacob says, staring at the drifting wisps of snow. “Drive slow if you need to.”

“Don’t worry, Dad,” I say as I step on the gas and drive down the snow-dusted path that leads to the mansion’s gates.

A relaxed sigh escapes me as we move onto the deserted road.

This late at night, the expressway is nearly empty. Our home is an hour’s drive away, a good distance from the main town of Syracuse.

All three of us enjoy our solitude, so we bought an old, abandoned manor on top of a hill. The woods and hills all around it gave us the best view money could buy. So, we renovated it and moved in some of our staff to guard the place.

The snow flurries get thicker as we drive through the suburban streets of Knightswood, a quaint town that sits right outside the city limits. I take a moment to enjoy the fantastic Christmas decorations on some of the houses here and internally hope they’ll survive the storm that’s coming tonight.

My eyes suddenly detect a movement on the road ahead.

I step on the brake hard, bringing the car to a sudden stop before it can hit the creature that’d suddenly come onto the road.

“What the fuck was that?” Cole yells.

“I’m not sure,” I say, unable to see clearly through the thick-falling snow and the misted windshield.

“I think it’s a person,” Jacob says in a grim tone. Next moment, he opens the door to his side and walks out.

My heart pounds in my chest as I realize how close I’d come to hitting the hunched figure. What were they thinking? Were they deliberately trying to cause an accident?

Anger rises swiftly within me.

Opening the door to my side, I walk out to take a look.

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