The Longest Night_Starwood by Yasmine Galenorn

Author:Yasmine Galenorn [Galenorn, Yasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07HQ5VSC3
Publisher: Nightqueen Enterprises LLC
Published: 2018-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

THURSDAY EVENING WE had a major storm. Friday morning, I woke up to find two feet of new snow on my sidewalk. Luckily, the house had come with a snow shovel. What I really needed, though, was a snow blower. I jammed my legs into a pair of sweatpants, and then pulled on a tank top and layered a sweatshirt over the top. It was cold enough for a thick jacket, but I expected to be sweating by the time I finished shoveling the walk. I slipped on gloves and earmuffs and headed out the front door.

The shovel was standing beside the door, where I’d left it, and as I picked it up and turned to face the mass of pristine white that spread over the yard, the cold punched me in the gut. I turned around and went back inside to grab my muffler. Hoping that would help, I returned to the front porch and shivered as my nose began to run.

The first few shovelfuls cleared off the porch steps, but there was still a layer of ice beneath the snow. I went back inside and dragged out a ten-pound sack of rock salt and began scattering it over the porch, hoping it wouldn’t run off onto the grass.

Finally, I started in on the walk, grateful that I was in decent shape. I wasn’t athletic, by any means, but I could shovel a walk without having a heart attack. By the time I finished, I was sweaty and chilled.

“Enough with this crap. I’m hiring somebody to take care of my yard and walkway.” I turned myself around, tramped back into the house, and yanked off my boots. Before I even went to get a cup of coffee, I turned on my computer and immediately began searching for local yard care on Cindy’s Site, a nationwide referral place.

Twenty minutes and two phone calls later, I sat back. I was now a woman with a gardener, who would also take care of the gutters, power wash the walkways, and shovel snow. One more worry off my shoulders, I headed into my bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower. Half an hour later, warm and dry, I curled up in my big, oversized easy chair with a book and a hot mocha.

As I watched the snow fall, I realized that if I had still been with John, I wouldn’t have thought twice about hiring someone to help me. It would have been automatic, just one more task on the to-do list. John had ceased helping out around the house three years into our marriage, when his business started to take off. Shaking thoughts of him away, I went back to my book, trying not to be nervous about the dance tonight. Chris might be taking another date, but I wanted him to leave there thinking about me.

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