Snowed in with the Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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СКАЧАТЬ through the falling snow. A sign that was mostly covered in thick white powder came into view, and Chloe could see part of the lettering and filled it in for herself.

      Granite Ridge.

      The town was tiny, more wooded than brick, unlike Golden Valley, with small cabin-like structures. A diner, an ice cream shop, and the larger general store.

      “I wonder if we should stop at the general store,” she said. If nothing else there would be warmth, food and a bathroom. So basically all the essentials should the world continue turning into an icy hell.

      Tanner whipped his truck into the parking lot and the two of them got out. Chloe stepped gingerly into the snow, the powder covering her boots up to the top of her laces.

      “This is just insane,” she said. “I had no idea that it was going to come down like this.”

      “Because it never does,” he said. “They always say this, and then we get a few wet flakes.”

      “No kidding.” The snow was pelting her face like frozen crystals being dumped from a sugar shaker, leaving little pinpricks of ice on her cheeks.

      She followed Tanner into the store, banging her shoe against the side of the door frame to knock off the snow before the two of them walked inside.

      The interior of the place was a patchwork of merchandise. From a swivel rack of dog-eared novels being offered up for trade or inexpensive purchase, to power bait, fishing line and live night crawlers in a cooler not far away.

      There was a mounted bobcat on top of a shelf holding picnic essentials like mayonnaise, pickles and breadcrumbs for fried trout. On the rough-hewn walls were several sets of antlers from different sorts of animals, and there was a small jackal open mount sitting on the counter by the register.

      There was a woman standing behind that register, dressed in a plaid shirt, her long black hair tied back away from her face.

      “Hi, there,” Tanner said. “I’m just wondering if you have any idea what the situation is with the pass.”

      The woman, whose name tag said Elena, regarded them with dark eyes. “The pass is not going to open,” she said. “At least, not for a couple of days. I haven’t seen snow like this in...fifteen years?”

      Judging from the woman’s youthful face, she would have been maybe twelve at the time of the last snow. At least, that was Chloe’s estimate.

      “Anyway, any snow tends to make the pass a complete mess. But with the rest of the roads getting all of this, and I hear the tunnel is closed back out of town... They’re going to be working overtime to clear up the main roads.”

      “Well, dammit,” Tanner said. “What are we supposed to do? Because we can’t turn around and get back at this point.”

      “You should go up behind the store here. There’s a lodge. But you better hurry. The rooms are going to fill up fast. If people are stuck on this side, this is going to be the best place for them to get a bed. Otherwise, they have to drive all the way to Maverick River. That’s the next place with lodging, and it’s going to be harrowing getting over there.”

      “I have four-wheel-drive,” he said.

      Elena chuckled. “I don’t know that four-wheel-drive is going to help you in this, cowboy.”

      * * *

      “GREAT. THANKS.”

      The two of them walked back out of the store and Tanner cursed. “Just great.”

      “It’s not that big of a deal,” Chloe said, a knot of strange dread tightening in her stomach as soon as she said it.

      “It’s not bad,” Tanner said. “It’s just... Let’s go. The last thing we need is to be out of a room at this point.”

      “True.”

      They followed Elena’s directions and drove down a winding road that pushed back off of the highway, toward a large building with a sign over the top proclaiming it to be the Granite Ridge Lodge.

      “Here’s hoping there’s room,” Chloe said drily.

      The parking lot was surprisingly full, especially given the barren-looking state of the town.

      The lodge had a wide wooden porch with rocking chairs on it, and there was a stack of wood right next to a red door that had a cheerful wreath wishing the world a Merry Christmas.

      The two of them walked in and saw a harried-looking older woman with gray-streaked dark hair. She bore a striking resemblance to Elena, with a few more years lining her face. “Can I help you?” the woman asked.

      She didn’t have a name tag.

      “We were just at the general store, and were told we might come see you about a room.”

      “Oh, yes,” the woman said. “My daughter must have sent you. She’s sent through fifteen people in the last hour. And now I hear that the tunnel is closed.”

      “Definitely,” Tanner responded.

      “You’re lucky,” she said. “I have one room left.”

      Chloe’s stomach twisted tight. “One room?”

      “Yes,” the woman said slowly. “Is that okay?”

      Tanner looked at her sideways. “We were hoping for two. She’s my sister,” he said, by way of explanation.

      And that made Chloe’s stomach get even tighter. Because she was not his sister. And step was a one-syllable word. Stepsister was not much harder to say.

      It was so strange and twisted and utterly messed up, because if the circumstances were any different she would probably like that he didn’t take pains to make it clear the two of them weren’t related. That he seemed to accept her with such ease.

      Except she didn’t think of him as a brother, and she never had. And so it made her feel distant, because it didn’t allow her the kind of closeness that she wanted.

      “Sorry,” the woman said. “It’s all I have. We are slammed, and this place isn’t that big.”

      “Yeah,” Tanner said, looking around. “I get that.”

      It was rustic, with a big living area, a massive fireplace that was currently roaring, and rocking chairs placed all around. There was a station for coffee and hot chocolate, and for all that it was rustic, it was also incredibly homey.

      “We’ll take the room,” Chloe said.

      Tanner looked over at her. “It’s not like you’re going to go out and sleep in your truck,” she said.

      “Fair enough.”

      He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, offering the woman his credit card.

      “You don’t have to pay,” Chloe said.

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