If he had started shoveling the snow by hand when he got home from the fire station, he would have been done by now. Instead he had yet to begin.He’d finally gotten off work at 1 P.M. Jack wanted to get the snow cleared so he could go over to Cassie’s and talk her into building a snowman or having a friendly snowball fight. He shifted on the carpet remnant he was using to block the cold from the concrete.The door between the house and garage opened and Rachel came out to join him. She was bundled up in a ski suit that would make a professional skier jealous. Jack was willing to bet Jennifer had been behind that gift. Rachel often ended up working at natural disasters where cold and wet were part of her long days.“Here. Warm up.”He accepted the hot chocolate. “Thanks. This garage is like ice.” His hands were painfully cold even with the palm and half-finger gloves.“Jack, Jennifer believes in Jesus. I think I finally understand why.” Rachel perched herself on the bag of salt he planned to spread on the walk once it was cleared of snow.“Hold it, Rachel.
