The men at the lodge loading dock hurriedly unloaded Mitch’s truck. They stacked everything into a single area until they were finished and could close the exterior door. As they began to unpack and sort what the tubs contained, Cole went over to the wall and turned on the industrial heater to warm the room.
“Thanks. Now I won’t frostbite my fingers,” Jimmy grinned as he opened one of the boxes.
“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do it for you,” Cole said as he rejoined them. “I did it for me, not you. I hate the cold. Remember?”
“Does that mean you want battery-powered socks for Christmas?” Jimmy teased.
“Nope. I had those once. They shorted out and set my boot on fire,” Cole said, shaking his head. “And I liked those boots. They were some of the best I ever had, and I’ve never had any l
