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“Still hungry?”
“Nope, but these apples look amazing,” I said and took a bite as I slid behind the wheel. “Ready?”
“Always,” Devon said and stole my apple and a bite.
“Do you really think we’ll get that much snow?”
“Let me look.” He took out his phone and opened the weather app. “That’s what it says. I guess we just need to be ready. Hopefully it melts fast.”
“Or it snows heavier. I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a cabin with you,” I said and fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“Okay, loverboy, let’s get this unloaded and then we’ll figure out what we’ll do to keep ourselves occupied today,” Devon said. “It’s a good day for a movie marathon.”
“That sounds great. Maybe we could start a stew and let it cook while we relax.”
“Perfect, I can’t wait to try that bread.”
The store also had a variety of baked goods, and we couldn’t resist getting a round of sourdough. “That place was great. Nice people too,” I said just as we pulled up to the cabin.
Both of us grabbed a bag and hurried inside. It wasn’t quite as foggy out, but the rain had turned into a steady downpour, and I would have sworn it was even colder now. We hurried inside and left our coats out on the porch since they were soaked. “So, what do we need to do for stew?” Devon asked.
“Chop everything up and throw it in a pot. It’s easy. Plus, the seasoning packet makes it a lot easier. Have you driven your car in the snow before?” I asked, and Devon looked at me like I had grown another ear on top of my head.
“I’ve never driven in snow so I have no clue how my car would do. It has all-wheel drive so itcoulddrive in the snow.”
“That’s good to know. I’ve only driven in snow one time, and it ended with me in a ditch waiting for a tow truck. So, let’s just hope if it does snow it’s either after we leave, or it melts fast and we don’t need to leave for anything,” I said. I didn’t want to scare him, but he needed to know the truth. If we got deep snow, well, we were stuck.
“Mateo should know how. He’s driven the van over the grapevine a few times when the weather was bad,” Devon said.
“Did he? I didn’t know that.”
“Jeremy was in Sacramento and needed a ride back to LA for a show. He couldn’t afford to fly so Mateo went to get him. Another time he went to Jeremy’s house for Thanksgiving.”
“They’re a lot closer than I realized,” I said.
“Oh yeah,” Devon said and finished pulling everything out of the bag he’d carried in.
“So, no more detail than that?”
“Nope, they’ll tell you when they’re ready, or they won’t.”
“I’m always the last one to know,” I grumbled. Devon pressed me back against the counter and kissed me.
“It’s not my story to tell. They’ll tell you when they’re ready,” he repeated. “Now tell me what to do.”
“Wash your hands and get ready to cut up some vegetables.”
He rolled up his sleeves and turned on the faucet. “Whatever you say boss.”
Eighteen
Devon
The day went by slowly and neither of us seemed to mind lying on the couch all day watching old movies. Johnny added logs to the fire a few times, and at around two in the afternoon I looked out toward the river and was shocked to see snow starting to fall.
“Oh my god, Johnny. Look!” I yelled and jumped up off the couch. Throwing the door open, I walked out on the deck and held my hand out. Flakes of snow were mixed in with the rain, but there was enough it was starting to gather here and there on the wooden floor of the deck.
“We need to use the hot tub later in the snow,” he said.
