Chapter 49
When they walked out of the hotel lobby onto the sidewalk it was snowing lightly, adding a thin layer of white to the snow that had fallen the day before they had arrived.
“You have to admit it’s pretty,” Teague commented. “With the lights glittering off the snow.”
“I guess it beats the dirty snow at home,” Keir admitted reluctantly.
The walk took five minutes, and when they arrived at the restaurant they had the same dusting of snow on them as the bushes that lined one side of the building.
“Gee, no one’s using the patio,” Keir said with a grin as they walked across it to the front entrance.
“If you feel like freezing, I’m sure they’ll let us sit there.”
“Umm, no.”