“Snow, sleet, ice,” Duane says. “And it’ll be in the fifties tomorrow. Nine degrees this morning, almost spring tomorrow. At least whatever comes down tonight won’t hang around for long.”
“I don’t want it to come down at all,” Jai grouses.
At Duane’s truck, Jai leans against the passenger side as Duane unlocks the door. He pulls it open wide, but doesn’t stand aside immediately. Instead, he looks at Jai in the faint light cast from the cab’s interior and says, “Wait.”
Jai rubs his hands together in an attempt to ward off the cold. “What?”
Duane surprises him by leaning forward and covering his lips in a warm, wet kiss. 18