Once they’d gotten north of Fort Worth, it had begun snowing hard. He hadn’t thought too much about a snow flurry at the apartment. He’d driven through them before. No big deal. They had food and a full tank of gas. Two hours north and he was barely moving twenty miles per hour down the highway. They followed the few drivers brave enough or foolish enough to keep pushing forward. But now even those cars were exiting to a closed gas station. “Need some coffee?” Bree stretched awake from the sound sleep she’d needed. “Oh, they don’t look open.” “Afraid we’re stuck here awhile.” “But we can’t stop. We don’t have time.” “I can’t see the road any longer. Not to mention the ice already on the bridges.” He was physically tired of driving through the crosswinds hitting the truck. And when he was this exhausted, he could lose control. He wouldn’t let that happen.
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