Chapter 2
I probably should have given it a second before opening the door when Nick rang the bell. Taken a breath first or something. It didn't help that a sudden gust of wind ripped the door from my hands so that it hit the foyer wall with a bang.
"Well," Nick said. As startled as he was, he was still a Minnesotan.
"You look…" I hadn't meant to start that thought out loud. But the cold wind had brought a flush to his cheeks that somehow made his eyes seem brighter than usual. Now my stomach was doing something besides growling. I focused on some other way to end that sentence and noticed the orange hunting cap, flaps pulled down low over his ears. "Warm," I said.
"It's freezing out here," he said. "We should shut that door." He started to step in, but I thrust the covered plate of pu
