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    Snowed In
    Snowed In
    Snowed In
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    Snowed In

    By Rodney Falcon

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    A major winter storm lands on a small mountain town. Hugo works in a coffee shop, dreaming of using his college degree someday. Little does he know, a different dream is heading his way. 

     

    Sasha is striking out on her own, starting a new semester in a new state. But this warm weather girl can't stand the frigid temps. To pay rent, she gets a job making coffees. 

     

    Two coworkers find that there's more brewing than just another round of drip. 

     

    The latest romance from Rodney Falcon. HEA, no cheating.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRodney Falcon Publishing
    Release dateJul 18, 2022
    ISBN9798201656201
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      Snowed In - Rodney Falcon

      Chapter One

      Hugo

      My alarm clock goes off promptly at 5 am. I reach over to smack it. Inhaling deeply, I groan with disgust. I’m not ready. It’s too early. My duvet cover has migrated to one side of the bed. I am barely covered by it at this stage. My hands paw desperately in an attempt to regain coverage.

      I think I hit the snooze button, so I relax again. I’ve got a few more minutes. I’ll be fine. I rest my head back on my pillow and pull the covers up. My bed is so warm. I don’t want to leave it. It’s going to be without me all day. My bed needs some attention.

      What seems like seconds later, my alarm goes off again. I swear I put snooze on for longer than that. I groan louder this time and smack my hand on where the sound is coming from. I crawl over to the clock and look at the time. It’s 5:09. It’s way too early. When did I sign up for dairy farmer hours?

      I’m complaining, but I know the answer to that question. When I graduated from college and moved to this quintessential mountain town in the Cascades, what kind of job was I expecting to get? My years in college working as a barista were my fall back plan. Coffee shops always need baristas, well for now at least. Robots are coming.

      So fall back plan it is. The plus side to this job is the fact that I live in the studio apartment upstairs. The owner of the coffee shop owns the building it’s in, so not only is he my boss, he’s also my landlord. Double whammy. At least my commute to work is pretty easy. My favorite restaurant is also across the alley.

      The shop opens at 6 so I have some time to gather myself. I sit on the floor and meditate for a few minutes. Then I throw some deodorant on. The beauty of working with coffee is that the coffee odor covers up other odors. So I could smell like the north end of a south bound garbage truck and nobody would ever know.

      But on the off chance a cutie walks in, I prefer to not drive away a potential date by the fact that my stench is killer. Talk about starting at a disadvantage.

      I grab my phone and dress myself. Then I head downstairs and outside. A dusting of snow is on the ground. January is the snow month here. We’ve been spared so far, so this dusting is the most we’ve gotten. I realize that I forgot to take something for my hangover. I had a little too much last night. I turn around and head back upstairs.

      Two minutes later, I’m fumbling for my key to the shop. Another perk to working here is free coffee in the morning. I do save some money drinking at work, but I’ve developed an addiction as well. A caffeine addiction runs my life. It’s like my lover. She lifts me up in the morning, makes my headaches go away and motivates me to work harder and faster. She never judges me when I’m late to my morning cup. She goes down easy, although drinking coffee is an acquired taste. The addiction helps you acquire it quicker. Take note, kids.

      I can see my breath as I find my key and put it in the lock. I unlock the door and take a moment to look around. It’s still dark outside and the street is quiet. Nobody is outside right now. You could shoot a cannonball down the main street of this town and I would be the only person you could potentially hit. Off in the distance, I hear the scrape of a metal blade hitting pavement. I’m not the only one awake and working right now. I’m not alone.

      I walk immediately to the back room of the shop. With just a few lights on, the shop looks like a still life, quietly sleeping through the night. I grab the bucket of salt and head back out front. I usually like to get our sidewalk clear before anything else so that our customers have a safe entrance to walk through. The rest of the businesses on the street are obligated to clear their share of the sidewalks. Some are good about it. Some have room for improvement, shall we say. Nothing is really motivating those slackers to clear their share besides peer pressure from the other storefronts. But apparently, even that isn’t enough for them to spur action.

      It takes about five seconds to salt the entire section in front of the shop. I’m back inside and getting all of the lights on. I love opening this place. I went to school for Art History, not realizing that your choice of jobs coming out of school is slimmer than a runway model. Mistake number one.

      My girlfriend in college was a computer science major and as soon as she realized I was dead weight, she cut out and moved to California, leaving me in her wake. Three years invested and she wised up. I guess it’s for the better, not like I’m bitter about it. Not at all. Really. It’s not like she didn’t rip my heart out, or start dating one of our mutual friends once she moved to Palo Alto.

      So I guess I’m still a little sore about it. Just a tiny bit.

      It’s

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