Getting stuck during a blizzard with a complete stranger who maced me while I was buck-ass naked was the last thing on my Bingo card.
But here I am, isolated with Little Miss Seattle and her Christmas-hating attitude.
There"s no telling how long cell service will be out. My best guess is at least until the wind dies down. The last time a storm this big came through, I didn"t have reception for a week.
I pray that isn"t the case this time.
Only a few hours have passed, and Fallon"s already driving me crazy because she needs to get ahold of her assistant or boss or whoever-the-f**k knows. The girl couldn"t live off the grid if her life depended on it.
needsAfter we eat lunch in awkward silence, I go outside and make sure the generator is ready in the event we lose power. The lights have
