Chapter 29

Theo laughed and tugged the zipper of my coat all the way up to my throat. “You look very cute.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just what I want to be.”

“Whether you want to be or not, you are. With your pink cheeks.”

“It’s cold out here,” I protested. “Are you sure they aren’t blue?”

“You’ve gotten spoiled out there in California.”

“That’s the way I like it,” I said and started down the road in the direction of the bridges. Theo had grown quiet, and I knew I’d probably said the wrong thing. But hell, I couldn’t lie. I did like living in California.

We ran into the Upper Cox Bridge first. Most of the covered bridges in Vermont were built in the 1800s, though some of them had been through several restorations over the years. They were covered in red wood with slanted roofs, very quaint looking, and very Currier and Ives in the winter all blanketed in snow.