He’d been staring at Bonnie’s lips, having the most amazing daydream ever, where he was envisioning kissing her and running his fingers through her lush, dark hair, and then…

The damn weather hit. And hit hard. He stared out into the semi-darkness, white snowflakes dancing in the wind, whipping into dizzying circles, dropping to the ground only to be sucked back up again, and realized that the weather report calling for only an inch of snow could not possibly be right.

Stetson reached that conclusion the same time Luke did. Their eyes met and he knew Stets was thinking the same thing he was – they had to figure out an emergency plan now, before the electricity cut off and they were all up a shit creek without any preparations for it.

“Darlin’,” Stets...

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