It took her a few minutes to recognize it as a snowplow’s blade against the parking lot concrete. An annoying beep beep beep as the truck reversed confirmed her conclusion. A check of the clock had her gasping and fumbling for her robe. “Arrgh, that has to be the worst sound to wake up to.” Ryan shoved his head under the pillow. “That and the screeching of someone scraping the ice off their windshield.” Meg snagged Ryan’s shirt from the floor. Once she felt her important bits were covered, she twitched the curtain aside to peer out the window. “At least it didn’t snow too much last night. There’s only about a foot on the deck. The pond is like this big white frosted cake—it’s so pretty.” She pulled the curtain farther aside. “Wow, there’s a huge buck at the far side. Must be at least a twelve pointer.” “Hey, Nanook of the North, around these parts a foot is a lot of snow, especially the past couple of winters.
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