Page 12 of Snowed in With My Small Town Billionaire

Sawyer sighed. “I feel sorry for them. They have to deal with the negativity of Jerome and Gwen.”

“My guess is that it’s not even a thing when you’re not around. Seeing you here got their dander up.”

“I suppose,” Sawyer said.

The waitress was cute and apparently thought that Lucas was handsome. She smiled and flirted with him throughout dinner. Lucas was polite but didn’t flirt back. Sawyer was certain that she was disappointed.

The food was delicious and Sawyer relaxed. Now, if only we could figure out a way to keep at least Jerome in his cabin for the rest of the stay, life would be good.

“Do you want to do some of the backtrails tomorrow?”

Sawyer nodded. “If I’m up to it. I go to the gym and work out, but I’m a little sore. Doesn’t the bathtub in our cabin have jets.”

“Yes, it does. I think there’s some Epsom salt in the bathroom cabinet, too.”

“I don’t even care if they smell like lavender or some fruity flavor.”

Lucas chuckled. “If you smell sweet tomorrow, you know I’m going to give you a load of crud over it.”

“It’ll be worth it. Or maybe I’ll just take a shower afterward and use my very manly soap.”

Sawyer paid for their fried chicken meals, leaving a nice tip for the waitress, and they headed back to their cabin. As promised, Sawyer took a long time in the hot tub. Finally, though, his muscles loosened up. He watched a movie while Lucas took his turn.

They were about to go to bed when Sawyer’s phone alerted him to the fact that they were about to get a storm.

Sawyer showed his phone to Lucas. “Looks like we’re in for a doozy.”

“Good. It’ll be good skiing tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for Sawyer to fall into a hard, deep sleep. A loud explosion woke him up. He jumped out of bed and ran to the windows. An avalanche of snow was cascading down the top of the mountain and rushing toward them.

“Close the shutters over all the windows,” he shouted.

Lucas was already out of bed, closing the windows. They just had all of the glass covered with the decorative, yet sturdy wooden shutters when the wall of snow hit the cabin.

Sawyer and Lucas stood in the living room, the room furthest away from the racing snow. The cabin shook violently andSawyer was afraid that the building would be nothing more than a pile of splinters.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the noise subsided and the cabin was still. Sawyer let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The two men looked at each other, in shock.

They checked out the rest of the cabin and were relieved to see that it was intact. Sawyer cautiously opened the shutters in his room and was horrified to see that the snow was up over the top of the window.

“The place hasn’t had an avalanche in decades,” he said mockingly with a wry smile.

“Well, don’t tell me that I don’t ever take you anywhere that’s full of adventure and excitement.”

Sawyer nodded toward the front door. “Are you going to, or shall I?”

Lucas walked to the front door and slowly turned the handle, not wanting to disturb any snow that was on the other side of the door. Bit by tiny bit he creaked the door open.

Waving his arms toward the door, Lucas said, “Well, there’s good news and bad news.”

“I can see that. The good news is that the snow didn’t rush in on us when you opened the door.”

Lucas nodded. “And the bad news is that it is packed almost to the top of the door. I think there’s maybe a foot, two at the most?”

“It’s going to get cold in here quick. Since there’s a small bit of space, I’m going to guess that the snow didn’t cover the chimney. I’m going to test it out.”

Sawyer put in some of the kindling from the wood box stationed next to the fireplace and lit it. He breathed a sigh of relief when the snow went up and out instead of into the room. He put on a couple of logs to get a steady fire going.

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