Penny's POV
The English countryside rolled past in a blur of frost-covered fields and stone cottages that belonged in a Christmas card. I pulled my scarf higher, covering half my face as another wave of bitter December air somehow found its way through the car's heating system.
"God, this cold is brutal," I said, watching my breath fog the window. The overcast sky threatened snow, heavy and gray above the endless fields dotted with houses that looked centuries old.
"Too cold?" Bernie glanced over from the driver's seat, one hand ready to adjust the temperature. "I can crank up the heat."
"I'm fine," I shifted, trying to get comfortable. "Just takes getting used to. Back home, December means beach days and heat that melts your shoes to the pavement."
"Missing the sunshine?"
