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“Depends on the temperature.”

She waited.

“And the snow.”

Her eyes went wide. “Snow?”

“It’s coming in behind the ice.”

She rubbed her forehead. “I left Janice in charge of the shop.”

“She’ll probably want to close up early.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”

“I’m not.” That was the honest truth. I might have thought about Emmy, maybe even pictured her here in my cabin, sharing my space, but I’d never actually considered it might happen one day. Now that it had, I felt uncomfortable in my own skin.

“Well, you look like you are.”

“I always look like this.”

She laughed again, the sound carrying through the log-walled room. I liked hearing it.

She pulled out her phone and frowned. “Great. I don’t have service.”

“It gets spotty out here.”

“Do you have Wi-Fi?”

I gave her the password. Her thumbs moved across the screen. “I need to let someone know I’m alive before they send out a search party.”

“Everyone in town probably already knows where you are.”

Her hands stopped. “What?”

“You told Janice where you were going.”

“I told her I was going. I didn’t tell her I was stuck.”

“I’m sure she’s figured it out.”

The horror on her face was immediate. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Hey, I grew up here too.”

She groaned and typed anyway. The phone buzzed back before she’d set it down. She read the screen and closed her eyes.

“What’d she say?”

“Nothing.”

It buzzed again. She turned it face down on the counter.

I pushed away from the counter before she got any better at reading me than she already was. “I’ll bring your stuff in.”