Once Upon a Snow Day (Meet Cute Romance 1)

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Going on two hours now.” She took a sip of her cocoa and hissed a little.

He lifted a brow as he tested his own drink and felt his taste buds die a fiery death. “I think you may have to consider the possibility that your friend didn’t get the message.”

Resigned, she sighed. “I’m afraid you may be right. She probably turned her phone off and didn’t get my texts.”

“Not much of a signal up top either. Either way, that leaves you late for work. I seriously don’t mind driving you in. There’s no sense in your boss being ticked at you for something that isn’t your fault.”

“The only boss that’ll be irritated is me. I don’t have a traditional eight to five job, so nobody’s waiting at an office for me to show up.”

“Really? Me either. I’m a graphic designer. What do you do?”

“I’m a book editor,” she said.

“Here? I thought all that took place in New York.”

“The lion’s share does,” she explained, “and I did my time in the trenches there. But with the rise of digital publishing houses, that’s less a necessity. My company’s parent office is actually in Denver, but I spend most of my time telecommuting from here. All of the fun, none of the traffic.”

With another scan of the slopes behind them, Isabelle tugged out her phone and checked the display. She gave a low curse.

“Dead?” he asked.

“As a doornail.”

“Look, my offer to drive you to wherever still stands.”

“You really don’t have to do that. I already exacted payback—which you were a really good sport about, by the way. The hot chocolate and loan of coat already put me in your debt.”

Brandon smirked, liking the sound of that.

“You look entirely too pleased by that idea,” she said, expression wary.

“Let’s just say I consider it a stroke of good fortune.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“You’re a helluva lot prettier than Travis.”

Her cheeks pinked from more than the cold, which completely undermined the stern look she shot him. “I get the feeling you’re a helluva lot more incorrigible.”

“Guilty,” he said, unrepentant. “Look, if you’re gonna be stuck here incommunicado and unable to keep working, you might as well have some fun. Take a snow day. With me.”

“You sound like Leah.”

“Leah sounds like a sensible woman. How about it? You said you owe me.”

“I don’t ski,” she said.

“There’s more to do in snow than ski,” said Brandon.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I’m Brandon. And you’re…?”

“Isabelle.”

“There. You’re Isabelle, the workaholic book editor. Now we’ve been properly introduced.”