Rafe is quick to shut him up with a slice to the throat.
All in a day’s work.
47
Victoria
One snowflake.
Then another.
Next thing I know, it’s handfuls swirling in the darkness.
It hardly looks real.
It almost feels like I’m in a movie. Where giant fake flakes float down from the sky, blanketing the ground with artificial fluff.
But this is real.
I stand at the living room window with my arms wrapped around myself, watching the world turn white in a matter of minutes. The driveway disappears first, then the stone steps.
It’s almost insane how fast it’s coming down now.
But at least it’s beautiful.
Behind me, the fireplace pops, sending orange light across the hardwood floor.
Despite how big Lorenzo’s place is, right now it reminds me of a Christmas cottage in a movie. The air even smells like pine trees and burning leaves. I love it. Not that I’d let him know it.
“Enjoying the apocalypse?” Speak of the devil.
I don’t turn right away. Nope.
I plan to play it cool, so I make myself count to three first.
When I finally pivot, he’s leaning against the archway with a calm look on his face.
Damn, this man is handsome.
It’s actually infuriating.
Everything about him is perfect, even when he doesn’t try.
Right now, his hair is slightly damp, like he’s been outside, yet he looks dashing. I’d look like a hot mess. It’s not fair.
Rafe stands farther back in the hall, half his body in the shadows. Even though I can’t see all of him, I can see that his coat is on and that he has a phone pressed to his ear.
His eyes flick over me once before he turns away again, muttering into the call.
Lorenzo tilts his glass toward the window, eyes glinting in the firelight. “How’s this for a honeymoon? A little late, but better late than never.”
My laugh comes out sharp and bitter. “I wouldn’t call this anything.”
The wind howls outside.
Rafe’s voice drifts in from the hall, strained. “Road’s closed. County says we are getting a shit ton of snow, but the plows won’t come up until morning.”
Lorenzo doesn’t even look at him. He lifts his glass, takes a slow sip, then lets the silence stretch.
