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It took several ot cozy I was nestled happily between h the windshield and into the darkness Already it had begun to snow

“Is your place far?” Brody asked

“Not too bad An hour maybe”

The heat froated the pitch black highways Personally I couldn’t see anything There weren’t even any streetlights

“This rehed contentedly “But without the snow”

“Yeah, but you have cow-tipping,” Brody offered

I rolled my eyes theatrically “Oh yeah There’s always that”

What started out as small ice crystals turned into heavy white flakes as the drive went on Snow began accu it across our field of vision, creating almost whiteout conditions that forced Lincoln to slon

“I didn’t realize the storm would be this bad,” he said “I haven’t had much time to look at the weather”

“Got firewood at this cabin?” asked Brody

“No, but I have an axe,” Lincoln answered When Brody looked at me and mouthed the words ‘what the fuck’ Lincoln let out a hearty laugh “Yes there’s firewood,” he finally admitted “But the place has heat too”

I snuggled into him on the driver’s side His arm felt firm and wonderful beneath my cheek “I want a fire anyway,” I said

“Then you’ll have one And soon too, because we’re here”

The Bronco swung right, and a long driveway spilled out before us Lincoln drove on for what seee but cozy-looking cabin came into view

“Welcome to Chalet Wallace,” he announced, as we rolled to a stop He yanked up on the parking brake