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Adrien leaned against the stranded SUV long enough to wrap up his call with the mechanic, who sounded like he'd prefer wrestling a bear to coming out in this weather but promised to show up first thing tomorrow.
As soon as he hung up, he tucked his phone away, adjusted the backpack on his shoulder, and turned to me with a dramatic flair that would've been more impressive if we weren't being buried by snow.
"Alright, Valentine," he said, using my last name like a challenge. "It's time for the great winter pilgrimage. Four miles, give or take. You think you can manage, princess?"
I shot him a glare over the collar of his borrowed coat, which still had a hint of cedar and his cologne that seemed to short-circuit my brain.
"I can handle it just fine. The real question is whether you can keep up without whining about your precious billionaire feet getting cold."
He let out a laugh that echoed through the trees. "Precious? A bit of snow isn't going to stop me."
