6
CHEYENNE
The blackout swallows the interior of the bright, warm lodge, leaving only the swirling gray brilliance of the storm washing over everything. I freeze, and Darren’s arms engulf me protectively again.
Small emergency lights flick on over the doorways, and somewhere in the basement, a backup generator rumbles to life. We both wait, listening, hanging on to each other. His hand cups the back of my neck and his heart pounds against my cheek.
I close my eyes, breathing in his scent, allowing the heat rolling off his toned body to soothe me. It feels so good to be in his arms, even in the middle of all this craziness; it steals away my fears.
“The backup system has enough fuel to last us days if we’re careful.” His voice is husky, and his hand slides down my back and finally sett
