Chapter 2
Since they were likely stuck here for the next few days, Lincoln didn’t bother waking Sam just yet. At this point, he could let Sam wake up on his own.
Instead, he made himself a pot of coffee.
There were worst places to be snowed in, Lincoln decided. Not that he’d ever experienced any of them. An LA guy through and through, his experience with snow was coming to places like this or to Big Bear. And he’d never been skiing in his life.
But since he wouldn’t be returning to LA just yet, he had a couple of calls to make. So he poured himself a cup of black coffee and sat at the dining room table.
“Mr. Willets?” the soft, tentative female voice came over his phone after two rings.
“Betsy, how many times have I told you, it’s Lincoln? No one is so formal these days. And haven’t
