“There’s a reservation all the way up here? And you were going there in this weather?”
“It wasn’t bad when I left Tucson, just windy and overcast. Don’t you remember? This storm wasn’t supposed to amount to much. Goes to show you can’t trust the weather reports.” He took a few steps, pausing to drop the box on the table where they had eaten. “Do you play chess, Boston?”
Kit leaped from her chair, all thought of trying to be pleasant forgotten. “My name is Katherine, Kit to my friends. Do you have to call me Boston in that obnoxious tone of voice?”
He glanced at her sideways, one eyebrow c****d in an inquisitive arc. “Obnoxious?”
“Yes, you make it sound like a swear word! I admit I was born and raised in the Boston area, but I assure you I had little control over that. I might have pref
