Devoted To The Blizzard: A Romantic Winter Thriller (Tellure Hollow Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I’d incorporated the sound into my dream, a brief vision of my reflection in a shattering mirror. I sat up slowly, waiting for any other noises. A cupboard slammed shut. A male voice coughed, sputtered. The feet of one of the stools clattered against the floor as it was dragged from the edge of the island. I wasn’t alarmed so much as curious as who could be in the house. In all the weeks we’d stayed there, all the cooks and cleaners had been invisible. To hear anyone but Liz inside was odd. I pulled a shirt over my head, threw on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, and walked barefoot down the hall. I immediately spotted Josh slumped over in the seat, his head resting on his forearm. For all the world, he looked like he was passed out drunk. I glanced at the time and saw it was barely after 7 a.m. I suppose he could’ve had a hard night, but what is he doing here? There was a jug of fresh orange juice set out on the counter, along with an assortment of muffins and breakfast bars. Josh had already helped himself to a glass of OJ, the pulp stuck to the inside of the empty glass.
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