The snow had stopped completely by morning. Holly ventured downstairs early in the morning, but when Matt had entered the kitchen, she’d turned coward and scampered back to her room.
Now, though, she was starving, and she needed coffee rather desperately. Going back downstairs, she didn’t see Matt at all, until she rounded the corner and saw that he was digging out his driveway. She watched him for a moment, his arms and shoulders strong, his nose red from the cold. He’d already made a serious dent in the snow, although she couldn’t imagine he’d be able to clear his entire driveway—a seemingly endless driveway that finally emptied onto the country road west of it—but then again, he was a determined man. She had a feeling he could manage just about anything if he set his mind to it.
Arya
