Jake pulled into the driveway and cut the engine, grumbling at seeing the inch or so of snow that had accumulated on the driveway.
We'll have to talk. I don't mind shoveling snow, but I'd rather pay some neighborhood kid to do it for us.
A blast of hot air hit Jake's face as he opened the front door. He had to admit, the past few months had been nice since he'd moved in with Hunter. The apartment over the bakery hadn't felt right when Mags had left, becoming a lonely box filled with sad memories. Now he always came home to a friendly face, be it Hunter or Angela.
And they had their own memories, wonderful and loving. He couldn't ask for a better place to be in, mentally and physically.
When he worked the night shift, he came home and slept in his own room, letting Hunter and Angela ha
