Page 60 of Snowed in With My Small Town Billionaire

“Lucas…” Sawyer started to say.

Gwen held up her hand. “No, he’s right. I messed up, royally. Not only did I put myself in danger, I put you guys in danger, too. However, please yell at me once we get back. I’m cold.”

“Can you walk?” Sawyer asked.

“I’m fine. I’m not hurt, just cold.”

They walked back to the lodge together. Gwen was a little embarrassed to discover that she hadn’t actually been that far away from the resort. However, she was certain that if she hadcontinued to walk aimlessly about, she would have gotten a lot further away.

Audrey ran up to her when they got back inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’m fine. I just got lost. I dug a hole in the snow and waited for Sawyer to find me. I knew that it would be he and Lucas who came looking for me.”

She cast a baleful look at her father who had the good graces to look away and walk back into the parlor.

Sawyer and Gwen go into the library. He looks at her fingers, feet, ears, and nose.

“Everything looks good. No signs of frostbite. Digging that little snow cave was a very smart idea,” he said.

“Thank you. I remembered the story you told Brent. I knew it wouldn’t be the same without a fire, but I figured it would help a little.”

“Smart woman,” he said. He hesitated for a minute and then said, “You scared the dickens out of me. When your mother told me that you were lost, my heart nearly stopped.”

“I’m sorry. I know that it was a stupid thing to do.”

“Yes, it was,” Sawyer said. “However, I’m not trying to chastise you. I’m trying to tell you that somehow, among all of the chaos, terrifying avalanches, and other issues, you managed to capture my heart. I fell in love with you.”

She looked into his eyes and touched his face. “I love you, too.”

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Sawyer

Sawyer opened his mouth to ask Gwen an important question when Oliver popped his head in. “Can you guys join us in the parlor?”

“Sure,” Sawyer said, wishing that he had waited a few more minutes.

He laced his fingers through Gwen’s and they strolled into the parlor.

“I’ve got great news. We were finally able to make radio contact with the officials in town. They are working to clear the roads, as we speak, even at night.” He looked at Zaid grimly. “I told them that we had a dire medical emergency and explained the situation. They will get the paramedics up here first thing.”

“When do you think that will be?” Emilia asked.

“The way they were talking, it will be late tomorrow afternoon. Millie will make pancakes for breakfast and we have just enough canned chili and beef stew for lunch,” Oliverreported. “That will give everyone time to clean their stuff out of their cabins and pack.”

“What about our cars?” Jerome asked.

“What about them?” Oliver asked.

“They’re buried under tons of snow,” he pointed out, exasperatingly.

Oliver smiled. “That’s what God invented shovels for. I’m sure you know how to use one.”

“This was supposed to be a vacation,” Jerome protested. “I shouldn’t have to work.”

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