Jay perked up at the mention of meat. “Yeah. I do. So I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad that this storm caught me flat-footed, too, huh?”
Opening the microwave, Nick set the sausages inside and set the timer. “Nobody predicted this storm. Which apparently is my fault, too.” As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he glanced back, guilt darkening his face. “Sorry. It’s just been a really bad day.”
Jay looked out the window. He didn’t think it should be possible, but he was certain it was raining harder. Forget flooded, would there even be a road left when the storm finally passed through? The thought made him uneasy, like the storm was threatening to do more than wipe out the road. Would there be any sign of man left on the mountain at all?
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