Last week’s theme was near and dear to my heart given we’re still in the grips of winter. Well, sort of in the grips of winter. I must admit that a couple of days ago it was so beautiful outside if I’d had a motorcycle I wouldn’t have hesitated to dig it out just to take advantage of the blue skies and weirdly warm weather.
This week’s topic *bleh* is cold places. So let’s dig out the snow boots, ski jacket and fur-lined pants and go for a visit to Colorado at Christmas time. Luckily our vampire hero doesn’t seem to have any issues with frost bite…well, he has no problem with the frost part. But biting? Definitely his thing ;D
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Forever December
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“Mel, it’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.”
“How can you say such a jacked up thing to me, Michael? I’ve never spent the Christmas holidays without my children. Ever!” Every spot on her now tense shoulders and neck grew warm. Such talented fingers. Oooh, the easy massage was working. Come on girl, get it together. You’re supposed to be mad, remember?
“I’m going home to Denver to join them. You can stay here if you like until the roads are clear enough for you to drive home.” Damn it was cold. The backs of her legs were nicely warmed by an obviously heat efficient Michael along with the warmth streaming from the laundry room, but the front of her body was so chilled her poor nipples felt like little popsicles. Tempted to step back and lean against the spinning clothes dryer, she yanked away from Michael’s gentle touch instead.
Mad? Absolutely. Stupid? Hell no, and there was no way she was going to chill her toes by stepping into the garage. Holding onto the doorjamb she leaned out and stretched for the door opener mounted on the wall.
“Mel, don’t you dare open that garage door while you’re standing here naked,” Michael warned. Oh, so now he was going to tell her what to do? Not bloody likely. He had some nerve and how dare he growl at her like that. She would have told him so if her eyes hadn’t been pasted to the sight revealed by the open garage door.
“I repeat, this is just not happening,” she whispered. “Oh come on, Santa, work with me here.”
“What was that, Mel?”
“N-Nothing. Never mind.” All she could do was stare at the four-foot wall of snow standing between her car and the driveway outside.
At least the kids left last night, otherwise they might not have made it to Denver at all in this mess. And it was still coming down in big, wet flakes. Instinctively she turned to the huge vehicle parked next to hers, but could only shake her head. Even Michael’s Hummer wasn’t big or bad enough to get out of the garage. They were well and truly snowed in. And before she could make it out of the laundry room, the dryer began to spin slower and slower until it stopped altogether…just before the lights flickered off. Along with everything else in the house. Damn, damn, DAMN.
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