Chapter Eleven
Ginny crunched through the snow, which was easily up to her knees, her thighs burning with the effort of having to lift her feet so high. Her mother was right, they didn’t have snow like this back home. She lamented the fact she couldn’t get up any kind of speed. Not without falling arse over tit, anyway. Of course, it wouldn’t matter if she could hurry, because although she was kind of running away from him, she and Trent were headed for the same destination. And, when they got there, he was bound to repeat his question, with the expectation of an answer. Bloody hell, Dad, why can’t you just call me Ginny, like everyone else?
Her parents’ woodshed was actually more like a regular garden shed than the lean-to type thing she’d expected, albeit on a very large scale. She cou
