Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
There had been a break in the weather. With the sun warming the land, the top layer of snow barely started to melt. Cree stood leaning against the truck, reading the skies. By nightfall, with the sun set, the temperature would plummet, turning the melting snow into ice.
He drummed his fingers on the truck rail. If they were gonna get to the stores before that happened, Kennedy needed to get her ass moving. Shoving off the truck, he headed for the house.
His foot didn’t hit the first step good when the front door opened.
Out walked Kennedy looking as sexy as ever.
The red flannel shirt hugged her nicely, as did the faded blue jeans riding low on her hips.
The tips of her black boots peeked out from beneath the frayed hem.
Her hair was in two braids, and with her dark hair and golden skin, she had the look of a local.
He watched as she pulled on her jacket and beanie.
“I was coming to get you.”
“I’ve been ready.” Pulling a messenger bag over her head, Kennedy positioned it comfortably on her shoulder. “What are you doing out here?”
“Reading the skies.”
Walking off the porch, she looked at the clear, sunny skies. She didn’t miss the grey edges on the horizon. “Does that,” she pointed toward the distance, “mean we’re in for another storm tonight?”
“No, but the temperature is going to drop again tonight, which means all the melted snow will freeze.”
“Damn, that’s going to be a lot of ice.”
Cree agreed with her. “Let’s get going so we can go do some shopping.”
“Wait . . . I get to go shopping?”
“Yeah, you can do some shopping.” Opening the truck door so she could climb in, Cree waited for her to slide over across the bench seat. When she stopped in the centre, he didn’t argue. He’d be a stupid man not to want her next to him.
Needing food and other supplies, they headed out and drove around the lake, heading to do some shopping. The water glistened as the sun beat down on it. In the distance, several wooden cabins sat on the frozen surface. Pointing out at them, Kennedy asked why they were there.
“Those are ice fishing huts.”
“I don’t think I’d enjoy that.”
“Probably not.”
Do you think with the weather being warm, we should think about packing up and leaving?”
“I thought about it. The only problem is we’d be on the road when night falls, which would leave us in below freezing temps.”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“I checked the weather, and we should have a few days in the low forties next week. I’m thinking we should be able to make a break then.”
She’d leave that up to Cree. After all, he was the one in charge, and he had to operate the bike, not her.