Chapter Eight
An hour later, Ginny held open the front door of her parents’ place as everyone trudged in, dejected and shivering. Once the last person was safely inside, she closed and locked the door, glad to be shutting out the snowstorm, which had now blown up to whiteout proportions.
“I’m so sorry we didn’t manage to get you on the move again, lads,” Charlie said, then started removing his outerwear and hanging it up, “but at least we got the truck off the road and onto our driveway, out of harm’s way.”
“Yeah,” Trent grunted, peering at Ginny’s father from the corner of his eye, seemingly unwilling to face anyone properly, “thanks, Mr. Miles. We really appreciate the help.” He hadn’t made any kind of move to take off his coat or boots. “But I wonder, could we impose on your kindness
