The weather was not to Sam's liking. While she was of hearty Midwestern upbringing, she'd grown used to the milder winters of California. They'd made her a little weak. Which was probably why she was spending more time outdoors than was necessarily healthy. Just one more way to stick it to the man. There was plenty that could take her down. She wasn't going to let the weather be one of them.
Which, of course, meant that she was fucking freezing.
As it happened, though, she was sitting in a tree. She had an old, ratty blanket around her shoulders and was leaning against the trunk, watching her breath form little clouds in front of her. It was a small thing. But definitely not one to be taken for granted. It was kind of cool having body heat again.
Even if she was kind of putting that body heat in jeopardy right now.
She was just contemplating giving up on being a jackass and climbing down when she spotted Baldy's bald head walking down the path. With a bit of a smile, she pursed her lips and whistled. "Why is it I always spot you from trees?"
October 15
Which, of course, meant that she was fucking freezing.
As it happened, though, she was sitting in a tree. She had an old, ratty blanket around her shoulders and was leaning against the trunk, watching her breath form little clouds in front of her. It was a small thing. But definitely not one to be taken for granted. It was kind of cool having body heat again.
Even if she was kind of putting that body heat in jeopardy right now.
She was just contemplating giving up on being a jackass and climbing down when she spotted Baldy's bald head walking down the path. With a bit of a smile, she pursed her lips and whistled. "Why is it I always spot you from trees?"