Page 8 of Snowed in with my Best Friend

He gave me a look that said he totally would, and frankly, with the way that I kept blushing and heating up, maybe snow in my face would help.

It was a good four-hour drive to my parents’, which wasn’t that far, however, I knew the roads weren’t going to be easy. Cullen drove with ease, and I was grateful for his deep voice as he led the conversation. We spoke about silly things, work, the Montgomerys, and our favorite coffee place. It wasn’t lost on me that he had gotten my order right. Even though I tended to switch between twenty different things, he had chosen the one that I drink most often.

I knew his coffee order as well, but it was easier since it was just a plain latte with skim milk and three sugars. But he had realized that I was in the mood for a winter latte during this season, complete with caramel, a dash of vanilla, and eggnog of all things. It sounded disgusting, but it was my true joy.

“Okay, I’m going to need one of those cookies.”

I laughed as I bent over to dig into my bag for the container.

“Beware, I have six kinds.”

“Where did you have time to make seven different kinds of cookies? Because I know it’s not just one batch of each.”

I shrugged as I opened the box so that I could show him what I had.

“I like baking. And I was able to give my neighbors cookies, as well as the local kids project that I worked with all semester.

“Those kids did a great job with their play. You did good, Posy.”

I blushed, remembering seeing him in the back row, cheering for the director, rather than the kids.

Because he had shown up as my friend, just as Mercy had, and I needed to remember that.

Friend.

“I have sugar cookies, frosted sugar cookies, chocolate chip, oatmeal chocolate chip because raisins do not belong in cookies, peanut butter kisses, peanut butter sugar cookies, and strawberry shortcake kisses.”

“I have no idea what two of those are, but a kiss? I’ll take one of those.”

His face drained of color for a moment, before he cleared his throat and focused on the road.

“I meant the strawberry one. That sounds good.”

“No problem. However, I just realized I forgot napkins.”

“Open the glove box, I have a whole set there.”

I did so, noting the emergency kit, the glass breaker thing, and wet wipes. He did seem to have everything.

I handed him two cookies over a napkin and flinched as our fingers touched. He nearly dropped the cookies, but kept his gaze on the road so he didn’t swerve.

“Sorry, fumbling today.”

“It’s no problem, Posy.” He took a bite and groaned. The type of groan that made me think of things I shouldn’t.

“Dear God, Posy. How have I not had more of your baked goods?”

“Well, I’m apparently greedy when it comes to hoarding my goods.”

I blinked, wondering how that sounded somewhat sexual even though it wasn’t at all, but from the way that the tips of Cullen’s ears pinked, maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling awkward after last night.

“So Cullen, about…” My voice trailed off.

“Yeah. I wanted to apologize.”

My gaze shot to his even though he kept his on the road. The snow was starting to pile up, and I knew it was getting harder for him to drive. However, we hadn’t been skidding, and he was going slow enough that he seemed safe. So I was going to trust him. Because he was Cullen.

“Apologize,” I finally said, my mind catching up with his words.