Chapter 8
Snow covered the ground, the deep piles topped off by the steady stream of flakes drifting lazily from the sky. Grant maneuvered his truck through the ruts into the cul-de-sac for his condo. The snowplows had already come through once, but the unexpected April snowstorm churned out more snow than they could keep up with.
Besides, all the plows ever did was push the snow from the road back into his freshly cleared driveway, creating a hump of ice impossible to drive over. Grant pulled as close as he could to the drive before he shut the truck off and opened his door, battling the wind that wanted to rip it from his hands. He steeled himself and stepped out into the drifts.
Man, that was cold. Grant sucked in a breath, his chest constricting as frigid air whooshed into his lu
