Snowed in With My Ex by Sharon Michaels

Author:Sharon Michaels [Michaels, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-12-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The morning dawned as snowy as the previous day. She hears the wind swirl around the small cabin and bits of ice strike the bedroom window.

The smell of bacon hits Ginger’s senses before her eyes open. She inhales the scent of freshly brewed coffee. It almost makes her forget she’s snowed in with her ex.

Groaning at the blast of frigid air hitting her as she throws off the down filled covers, she slips her feet into cold furry slippers. She exhales and sees her breath. The windows are iced over from the inside. Maybe she should have taken the sofa and given Thomas the bedroom.

The first stop is the bathroom and then the kitchen for a steaming mug of that fabulous smelling coffee.

Padding downstairs she stops up short and watches Thomas make breakfast over the flames of the fireplace. “When did you learn to cook over an open fire?” she asks, looking longingly at the steaming mug his two hands are wrapped around.

“Crazy Uncle Chester. He was quite the outdoors man. Sort of the odd man out in the Alexander family. Would you like a cup of coffee?” He offers.

“You’d share with me, even after I wouldn’t share my supper with you?”

“Sure. You know why?” he asks, grinning.

“No why?” She plays along. Anything for a cup of hot coffee.

“Because I know how grouchy you get without your morning caffeine.”

“I don’t get grouchy!” I snap.

“Hmm. Right, you don’t get grouchy. There’s a mug on the counter, help yourself. The bacon and eggs will be done in a few minutes.” He takes a fork and flips over several slices of sizzling bacon.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask, sure there is a reason.

“We are here together in a small cabin, so we may as well make the best of it.” He starts placing scrambled eggs and bacon on two plates.

“Thank you,” I say, grateful for the steaming coffee and warm breakfast. “How about I make lunch.”

“I’d appreciate that. See Ginger, we can be civil if we try. Let’s enjoy our breakfast and see where the day leads us,” he says, picking up a fork full of fluffy scrambled eggs and putting it in his mouth.

For the next fifteen minutes, the only sound is the crackling fire and metal forks scraping along ceramic plates.

“Why did you cheat on me?” Thomas turns and looks her in the eyes.

“What!” She gasps, red rising from her neck to her forehead, “I never cheated on you. You cheated on me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been faithful to you since the day we talked at the coffee shop,” he snarls.

“I have pictures of you with your arm around some red head in Las Vegas,” Ginger snarls back, her stomach suddenly unable to digest the eggs.

“I haven’t been to Vegas in three years. What pictures? Who gave you pictures?” he asks, blinking as if trying to make sense of her words.

“Maureen Dyer came to one of my make-up parties and laid out five photos for all the women to see.

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