Chapter 8

Not that I’d return it, if I’m reading him right. The last thing I need is another man in my life, even if he is kind of cute. Not after what the bastard pulled.

“Is that your bike in the parking lot?” Bill asked. “The one covered with snow?” He shook his head. “Okay, that was stupid. It’s not like there’s another one there that isn’t.”

Erik laughed. “Yep. As I said, I managed to get here just before the storm hit. Now it looks like I’ll be stuck here until it lets up.”

“Now, now,” Mrs. Greene said. “I wouldn’t call it stuck. The B&B is a wonderful place. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather ride out a storm than here.”

“Well, other than at home,” Mr. Greene said, patting her hand.

“Speaking of storms…” Bill looked at the other guests, announcing, “You are all welcome to stay, free of charge, until the roads are clear enough for you to leave.”