"When do you go into work tomorrow?" Hunter tossed the sports magazine back on the coffee table.
"Noon," Jake said from the kitchen. "I'm warming up the pizza from last night. You in for a slice?"
He wasn't hungry but he had to do something, anything to keep his mind off of Angela. It'd only been a few hours since her departure, and he already physically ached for her, his insides twisted into knots at the thought of being parted for a week, never mind for months at a time.
"Sure." Hunter propped his feet up on the table and reached for the television remote. "Will the storm be a problem?"
"Shouldn't be." Jake wrestled out the pizza pan from the bottom of the cupboard, swearing as he banged the pans together. "The plows are out and the forecast is saying only an inch or two. Maybe some
