Chapter 5
“Aren’t your feet cold?”
Sam shrugged. “Not yet. If they get that way, I’ll put something on.” His gaze strayed to the window looking out over the parking lot. “Wow, the snow is really coming down. How long has it been like that?”
“A few hours. Started with just a few flakes as my brother was leaving and has gotten worse by the hour. Ellen contacted me just after Winston left and told me to go ahead and stay. Roads are all closed anyway. No word on when they’ll reopen.”
Sam smiled a little as Lincoln brought over his coffee, filled to the brim with cream, just how Sam liked it. “Storm of the century, huh? Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Yep, seems like quite the blizzard. For here, anyway. Can’t say how it compares to some place back east.”
“Generally I stay to the tropics. Not a fan of cold.”
“Why’d you agree to come on this weekend then?” Lincoln asked curiously.