The Wedding Planners of Butternut Creek by Jane Myers Perrine

Author:Jane Myers Perrine [Perrine, Jane Myers]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781455573905
Publisher: FaithWords
Published: 2013-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

After Gabe drove for ten minutes, rain began to fall. Every few minutes, the amount increased, which challenged the windshield wipers to keep up. With defrost on the highest setting, the cab was hot, but they couldn’t open the windows without sheets of rain blowing inside. By the time it was bad enough that he considered turning back to Butternut Creek, they were over halfway to San Pablo. He kept going.

Twenty miles outside San Pablo, the driving rain smashed against the windshield with such a force Gabe struggled to control the truck, amazed the wind could shove the heavy vehicle around so easily. If he’d seen a motel, he would have pulled over and spent the night, but he didn’t see any along this section of highway.

“Llueve a cántaros,” Hector said. “That means ‘it’s raining from large pitchers’ in Spanish, like our expression it’s raining cats and dogs.”

“Certainly coming down hard.” Gabe peered through the windshield that the wipers struggled to clear. “I’m impressed you can talk about the weather in two languages.”

For the rest of the drive, Gabe concentrated hard, focusing on peering through the downpour until he saw the city limits sign and entered San Pablo.

Thank goodness.

Hector pointed a few blocks ahead. “There’s the motel.”

Gabe pulled the truck under the covered entrance in front of the office. “I’ll check us in,” he shouted as he got out, the wind whipping his words away.

“Two rooms on the ground floor,” he said to the clerk. Due to recruiting rules, he couldn’t pay for Hector’s room and neither could the junior college so they’d picked a fairly cheap place. As the wind whipped around outside, he hoped the building could withstand the storm. That was why he’d asked for rooms on the ground floor. Less likely to be swept away, although more chance of being crushed.

He should probably stop thinking about that last part.

Once outside, he studied the sky. It had turned the greenish color he associated with tornadoes. Not much he could do now. Thoroughly drenched, he got in the truck, pulled it around the building, and parked. “You get the bags. I’ll go ahead of you and open the door.”

They dashed inside one of the rooms, arriving safe and fairly dry.

“Okay, you take this one. I’ll go next door.” Gabe handed Hector the key card. “You stay here and I’ll get us Cokes and ice.”

Hector said, “Do you think the wind’s going to blow me away?” and went out for ice and drinks, returning soggy and with shoes that squished from the deep puddles and the blowing downpour.

By that time, Gabe had come back from dropping his bags in his room and turned on the television to watch the weather warnings. Nothing they could do now but wait and listen to the news. The maps showed storm warnings all across Central Texas. No one knew where a tornado might drop from the sky. They could be in as much danger in Butternut Creek as they were here.

Because Yvonne had packed their dinner, they spread out the dishes and kept the television on.

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