Snowed In
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Really?
I approached the curtains and slowly pulled them back. Sure enough, down in the street, a large rectangular vehicle stood idling in the parking lot.
Holy shit…
The phone rang, startling me nearly out of my skin! I picked it up on the third or fourth ring and pressed it to my ear.
“About time,” said Kyle. “Where do I park this thing?”
“Is… is that Hummer?”
“Sure is. Not mine though. It’s Uncle Sam’s.” I heard Kyle grunt as he turned the wheel, then whipped into a parking spot. “One of the benefits of knowing someone in the motor pool.”
“You can’t park there,” I said, watching him. “You’re taking up two spots. Plus these spots are numbered, for members of the apartment complex. You’re gonna get towed.”
My sexy soldier only laughed. “Sure I am.”
He got out, looked up, and made a motion for me to open my window. Since he was no longer on the phone, I obliged.
“Hello gorgeous,” he smiled.
“Uh… hi.”
From the second floor his broad shoulders looked gigantic, his handsome face framed by soft, sandy-colored hair. The wind picked up, sending a chill through my bedroom. But his smile, even from down there, was bright and warm.
“You gonna let me up?” asked Kyle. “Or do I have to get a Boombox and serenade you first?”