Chapter 7
One year later
“We have a full house again,” Bill said after double-checking the reservations for the Thanksgiving weekend. “Or more a full B&B.” He high-fived Mattie.
“Not to be a downer, but they’re predicting a major storm tomorrow,” Mattie said.
“Bite. Your. Tongue.”
“Hey, don’t blame me. I’m not ‘they’. It’s the weather guessers.”
“The day before Thanksgiving? Lousy timing if you ask me. Let’s pray that this time they guessed wrong.”
“Who guessed wrong?” Erik asked as he joined them, wiping snow from his hair with a paper towel he’d apparently gotten on his way through the kitchen.
Bill kissed him quickly, before telling him.
“Naw. It won’t snow hard. It wouldn’t dare,” Erik replied.
“Your words and all that. How was your day?”
Erik grinned. “Gotta love drivers wh
