Page 122 of All I Want For Christmas

And another trip.

“Savannah?” he asked, his voice gruff as she continued to just stare up at him. “Got it?”

She swallowed. “Yep.”

“Okay.” Then he turned and started for the rental car counter, tugging her along again.

Chapter

Fifteen

Forty-five minutes later, they were in their rental car, Savannah was behind the wheel, Theo was scowling as he looked between his phone screen and the road in front of them.

“This is not good,” he muttered.

Yeah, no shit.

The lady at the rental counter had commented about how bad the weather was and that it was forecast to get worse.

And she’d been absolutely right.

It had been cloudy with some light, pretty snow falling in Asheville.

After about ten minutes, the snow was coming down harder and the visibility was reduced significantly.

Now? They were forty-five minutes down the road and it was horrible.

At least in Savannah’s opinion. Weather and bad roads was subjective, she supposed, but she couldn’t imagine anyone thinking these roads were fine.

However, for two people who lived in the south, these roads were getting impossible. Savannah hadn’t grown up in Louisiana but most of her driving experience was in the temperate climatesince she’d used her father’s car service or public transport in New York.

Louisiana didn’t really get snow. They definitely didn’t get snow likethis. Huge, fat flakes that swirled and twirled before hitting the ground and piling up on top of one another, sticking to everything, covering the trees, bushes, rocks…and the road.

“I can’t see a fucking thing,” she said.

She felt the tires slip and she sucked in a breath.

“You okay?” Theo asked.

“I…don’t know.” She didn’t dare even glance over at him. Though staring at the unending sheet of white in front of them wasn’t exactly helpful. She honestly had no idea where the road was exactly. There were, thank God, guardrails that kept her from driving off the edge of the stupid mountain.

Theo blew out a breath. “We need to stop.”

“We can’t stop!”

“Well, nothere. But soon. As soon as we can.”

She swallowed. “Yes. Definitely. Ugh.” She took a breath. “The farm is two hours from Asheville.”

“We’re not going to make it tonight.”

“I don’t know where else to stop.” She was gripping the wheel tightly and her shoulders were nearly at her ears.

Going up hill on a slick surface was difficult. But then they got to the top of the hill and started down the other side and ‘difficult’ became terrifying.

The car started sliding faster. She knew better than to slam on the brakes though every instinct was screaming at her to do just that.

“Oh my God, Theo.” She was panting and felt like crying.

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