Chapter 8
“Nick, if you don’t want to go, stay home.”
Nick gave Todd a sour look that was at once replaced with delight when Nick hit an icy patch on the sidewalk and slipped and slid a few feet. His grin faded when he turned back and looked at Todd. It was late November and already they’d had six weeks of heavy snow. The first few storms Todd didn’t mind because Nick, who’d never seen snow and wanted to throw it around and shove it down Todd’s back.
The novelty had worn off for Todd, but not so for Nick. It was still new to him.
“I hate that place,” Nick groused, shaking snowflakes from his hair and checking his steps so he was half a pace behind Todd as they hit the main street. They were heading for a carriage stop.
There was no use reminding Nick he could walk beside Todd. In the
