Page 112 of One Winter Knight
Yeah, this was too much to deal with before coffee.
Pouring myself a cup, I took a long drink of coffee. There was nothing in the fridge. The place also stank, the trash overflowing.
Opening the back door up again, I pulled the screen shut so no other large cats tried to warm themselves by the fire, but we couldair the place out a little.
That’s probably what happened. It was snowing outside and nice and warm in here, so big kitty decided to take a nap.
Getting trash bags from under the sink, I gathered up all the garbage. The cushions of the couch were gone. Some of Hale’s drugs were on the table, along with my tin of recreationals.
“What happened last night?” Hale crawled out from under the table. “While I look fucking hot, why am I wearing a dress?”
“You look incredibly sexy.” Desire for him flooded me and I gave him a kiss.
“Wow, we trashed the place,” he muttered, looking around.
“There’s coffee. The last thing I remember is the hot tub. I’m going to put all the trash outside. I’m guessing we haven’t gotten maid service?” I finished gathering everything up.
“Guess not. Thanks.” He kissed my forehead. “I remember fucking Fiona a lot–and fucking you into her. But why were we asleep under the table?”
“I have no idea. Other than she wanted a nest post-fuck?” Lugging all the trash bags outside, I put them by the door. On the small covered front porch of the villa sat an ice chest and a big plastic bin.
Where did those come from?
The bin contained towels and sheets. Oh? I went to put it inside and I saw a big sign on the door that said something in German.
I shoved the bin inside then dragged in the ice chest.
“Please tell me there’s food in there.” Hale eyed the cooler.
“I don’t know.” I opened it. There was no ice in it, but it was cold outside. It was probably more to keep the animals out.
Inside were bottles of water and sports drinks, a box of teabags, a loaf of bread, and a bunch of containers.
“We can eat this, right? We might have ordered room service?” Hale started opening containers. “It looks like it could be German drunk food. Shit, I have one giant fucking hangover.”
“Me, too. What day is it?” I asked. Hopefully we wouldn’t miss our flight. But right now I felt too shitty to worry about that.
“Don’t know, let me check.” Hale took off.
I continued opening the containers, which were labeled in German. It looked like there was chicken soup, mashed potatoes, rice, some sort of creamy chicken dish that probably went with the rice, shredded smelly cabbage, beef stew, potato soup, fruit, cold meats, and cheese.
My stomach rumbled. This was a nice little feast here.
I put the fruit, cold meat, and cheese in the fridge, wanting something hot to start with. What should I warm up first? Probably everything. The containers weren’t huge.
Hale came back down the stairs, now in a T-shirt and boxers. “My phone’s dead. So’s Fiona’s. I’m charging them.”
“I’m going to heat up the food,” I told him.
“The power went out at one point. That’s probably why we were in the living room–to keep warm. Fireplace is gas,” he told me.
“That makes sense.” I nodded. It looked like the power was back on. It was probably all the snow. The ceiling fan was on, maybe for circulation?
“Why can’t I remember what happened?” He rubbed his head.
“We did party pretty hard,” I replied. “But yeah, I don’t know why there’s a snowmobile in the living room or how the car got on the porch.”
“The snow. It snowed hard, so we moved the car so it wouldn’t get buried in case we needed it.” Hale nodded. “Maybe that’s why we brought in the snowmobile? Why do we have a snowmobile?”
