Chapter 4
John closed the driver’s side (wrong side) door of Branwen’s Nissan and did his level best not to actually scurry around to the passenger side.
He wasn’t sure he managed, not with the absurdly cold wind threatening to unman him with every cruel gust.
He’d taken Mr. Sutherland’s very good advice about not leaving anything to chance with the temperature well below freezing, thank the gods. But his thin running shorts were no match for the Midwestern wind.
The seat felt like ice even through layers of wool when he finally settled in. Perhaps he should have offered to start the car while they waited inside.
For Branwen’s sake, of course.
Branwen, who he’d impulsively kissed less than five minutes ago. Surprise at his own action washed over him, but he managed to glance over jus
