Page 17 of Crashing Into Me
“I think we need to go into town and get some supplies before we get snowed in completely. In another day or so, it'll be too late.”
“You mean snowed in, like, can't step outside snowed in?”
“Yes, darlin’.”
“For how long?”
“Who knows?Winter is coming,” he said with a smile.
He had caught her watching an episode of Game of Thrones last week, so she picked up on the inflection in his voice.
“My vacation ends in two and a half weeks; I have to be back to work.”
He took a sip of his black coffee.
“I doubt it will last that long.” He knew he was lying and hoped she couldn’t sense it on him the way she usually did.
Lana returned her attention to the bacon on her plate, and a realization hit him as he watched her:She had to leave eventually.She had a life of her own outside this place. The blizzard would most likely last way longer than a couple of weeks, but he didn’t want to tell her that. She could pack up and leave Hamby sooner than he was ready. It was selfish, but he couldn’t help it.
“So do you want to go shopping after breakfast?” he asked, digging into his cheesy grits.
“Sure,” she replied, surprised at how skilled he was in the kitchen, as the food was excellent.
They ate in silence for a few moments before he abruptly put his fork down and turned as she was mid-bite into a crispy piece of bacon.
“Thank you,” he said.
Lana still had a mouthful of food, so it took her a minute to swallow and clear her throat before responding.
“For what?” she asked, confused.
“For listening to me last week when we were by the fire. I really appreciated that.”
“Oh, you’re welcome. Anytime,” she replied as her heart almost stopped at the look in his eye.
“You really have a good bedside manner. I guess that’s important, being a nurse,” he smiled, then started eating again.
She relaxed a bit now and stared down at her plate of food.
“It helps,” she said and continued eating as well.
They ate and continued talking about her job as a nurse, then his work in architecture. It was really lovely to have a conversation where she wasn’t pissed or lusting after himor both.Afterward, she helped him clean the kitchen; it all felt waytoo domestic for her. Lana was itching to get out of the house. Lord only knew what people in town thought about them both being under the same roof. Another scandal was the last thing she needed in her life.
STEPPING OUTSIDEIN the brisk morning air was a wake-up call. It was fifteen degrees outside, but felt like negative fifteen. Kayden locked the door behind them, and Lana trotted down to her truck, keys in hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as he started down the snow-covered steps.
“Um, getting ready to leave. I know you don’t think we’re gonna hold almost three weeks of groceries in that?” she asked, pointing to the Lamborghini.
“Well, I had planned on ordering the bulk of the stuff and having it delivered.”
Lana frowned at him. “Seriously, you can’t even buy your own groceries?”
He smirked at her and put his keys in his pocket.
“Fine, you lead the way,” he replied, extending an arm to the driver’s door.
She opened the truck and slid in, the leather seats colder than ice. Kayden went to the passenger side door and observed the damage.Damn,he thought as he struggled to pull the door open. With a loud crunching creak of metal, the door gave way. He jumped in and had to slam it shut several times to keep it closed. Lana gave him a side-eye.
