Page 77 of Winter Chills


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The fireman asked me questions, all of which I answered. Dumb stuff, like who was the president, what day it was, stuff like that.

After about the fourth stupid question, I reached up, pushed him back. “I am fine. Now I want to know what the fuck happened to the salon.” I kicked the jacket off and pushed myself up from the floor.

And damn, if I wasn’t still a little dizzy.

“Hey, slow down there,” Shaun said as he put my arm around me.

Without thinking, I leaned into him.

I didn’t realize how cold I was until I felt myself against him.

Probably all that rage against someone coming down on my salon.

“You’re not quite ready to be running back outside,” he said. “Though I gotta say, if this is what you work out in, I’ll work out with you anytime.”

I glanced at myself.

Short shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top. And snow boots.

Fuck my life.

Seriously.

“I was a little distracted,” I muttered. Shaun handed me a coat. His, I gathered as soon as I slipped it on because it smelled like him.

It enveloped me.

And I hated to admit that the feeling of it wrapped around me was damn near perfect.

All things considered.

The fireman stood as well. “You really need to be careful, though. If you feel dizzy, you need to head straight to the hospital.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Shaun said.

The firefighter nodded. “Are you the husband?”

“Boyfriend.”

I glanced back at Shaun, and then to the firefighter. He seemed to be waiting for me to acknowledge the statement.

“Yeah,” I said. “He’s the boyfriend.”

The fireman started packing up his kit.

“Come on,” Shaun said, still with his arm around me, and walked me out to the scene.

“Christ,” I muttered, looking over the damage.

It was pretty damn bad. They’d gone to town on it.

I glanced over, down the way from the shop, and saw Louie talking to Mr. McDonnell, the owner of the electronics shop.

Did the old man have some camera footage? Hopefully. Then they may be able to catch who did this.

I started to walk past the mess, almost afraid to touch it, when a voice made me stop.

“Holy Hell!” Autumn cried out.