Nyra grinned. “No trouble at all, luv. Here—feel free to see if there’s anything you’d like to watch on TV, and I’ll get those cooked up.”
* * * *
When Nyra emerged from the kitchen, Emile had turned the television over to the weather report and was frowning at the screen from where she sat on the couch.
“They said the storm has left nearly six inches of snow on the ground tonight—and another four is predicted by morning.” She looked over, and her expression lightened. “It seems I made the right decision.”
“Absolutely.” Nyra set the pizzas down on her coffee table, then straightened up. “Care for something to drink? I don’t have wine, but there’s beer, some soda, or I could put the kettle on.”
Emile chuckled. “After today, I think I could use something a bit stronger, but a beer will
