Claire frowned as she looked out the window of her basement apartment. The snow that had been falling hard enough to cause a whiteout earlier in the day was now dwindled down to scattered flakes. Claire knew it wouldn't last, but perhaps it would last long enough for her to drive to work at the resort.
“I hate weather like this,” Claire grumbled as she went to the sofa and dropped on it beside Mitch.
“You live in Idaho, and you hate snow? I hate to break it to you, but you live in the wrong place if you don't like the snow,” Mitch chuckled, shaking his head.
“I don't hate the snow. I hate driving in the snow. There is a difference,” Claire corrected.
“True,” Mitch agreed as the corner of his mouth turned up. “I have an idea, but it would involve you calling the big boss and asking per
