Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

G enevieve proved that she was by far the better card player beating Gabe handily in five games. After a lunch of sandwiches, Gabe threw a few more logs on the fire. “I keep thinking we’ll see the snowplow,” he said.

“It may take a while for them to work their way up here. I’m sure they started downtown and worked up the mountain.” That means my house and the library will be clear. Maybe the power will be back on by the time I get home.

“I’m so glad the storm wasn’t as bad as they thought.”

“Me too. I wonder if it was moving faster than the meteorologist expected, since it came in much earlier that afternoon instead of at night.”

“Maybe so.” Gabe smiled. “I’m glad it did though, or you wouldn’t have landed at my doorstep.”

She grinned. “You need to put a shirt on when you answer the door. That’s a good way to get sick.”

He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. “You liked it.” Genevieve laughed and pressed her lips to his again. A wave of warmth washed over her. She ran her fingers through the soft dark hair at the back of his neck. I could do this forever. The thought scared her. She pulled back, wiping a hand over her mouth. “I, umm, I better get dressed to go outside, so I’ll be ready when the roads clear.”

“Yeah, okay.” He gestured toward the bathroom. “Take your time. I may take a little nap, anyway.”

Genevieve retreated to the bathroom with her overnight bag. She looked in the mirror. I need to back off. I said after Tim that I was done with men. She splashed her face with water. But he’s so handsome and nice. Maybe this could really be something. She put on the same outfit she’d had on the day she arrived and spent some time trying to make her hair look decent. When she opened the bathroom door, just as he’d said, Gabe was curled up on the bed napping. He looked so peaceful. Genevieve just looked at him for a while before tiptoeing out to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and a magazine from the coffee table to read. A dull roar outside caught her attention. A snowplow. Looks like I will be out of here in no time. She couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

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