The odometer now read eleven miles to the interstate. Derrick could feel his neck getting sore and his hands starting to cramp from his death grip on the wheel. He wished to hell he had stayed the night with Coop, but it hadn’t been snowing when he left. The ignoramuses on the weather channel said the snow wasn’t supposed to start until morning. Why did he listen to them? They were hardly ever accurate. So much for modern meteorological technology.
They had talked often, him and Cooper, about their living situations. At first Derrick had shied away from the discussions. This ‘love at first sight’ thing had never been high on his believability list. That was until it happened to him. But even then he was hesitant to rush into anything as drastic as moving in together until the relationshi
