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But it had calmed down a bit. He couldn’t imagine that the weather would clear enough to get the plows through. Secretly, he didn’t mind spending another day with Katie.
They passed the hardware store, and he thought she would pull into the Leaping Lizard, but she took a sharp right turn and kicked up their speed a notch as she headed toward what looked to be a huge ski resort.
Roman studied the monstrous development that he hadn’t realized was nestled at the base of this mountain. Granted, there weren’t that many cars in the giant parking lot, but he was sure there would be during the peak ski times. He’d never been a skier. Never lived in a place that afforded that opportunity and never really cared to take it up. His ex-wife had told him it would be good for his image, but he’d never understood why it would matter. She’d said it would make him look daring.
He wondered if Katie would take them to the resort. There looked to be a lot of shops and places to eat. Some appeared open and others looked empty, but she took a turn away from the resort side and went up a small road, a road that had an old sign hanging on a large tree over the road.
The Wolfe’s Haven.
She parked in front of a somewhat older looking home that had a bunch of snowmobiles in front of it, and the smell of coffee filled the air.
Roman’s stomach rumbled. As they walked up, he took note of the quaint wrap around deck that had tables covered in snow and chairs stacked on top of each other in rows.
The door chimed as they walked in. The place had the feel of an old mom and pop shop, with a soda fountain bar and back splash mirror. The whole place was faded reds and blacks with large posters of Elvis and Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and some others he didn’t recognize, but knew his mother would have recognized them. Country music played out of the juke box to the side of the door and Roman stared at the men sitting at the counter talking and holding newspapers. He imagined that the coffee never ran out here.
Katie smiled and said hello to some people. She stopped when a man with a kitchen towel wrapped around his waist appeared from behind the revolving door and came out with his hands full of plates. “Lou, this is Jim’s nephew.”
The man paused for a second. Roman surmised that he was probably around his own age—late twenties. Roman measured him the way he would any player on the field. The man was fit, six footish. Probably played ball in high school. He would be fast. He looked Italian and had a mustache and brown eyes. He glared at Roman for a second then nodded. “Be right with you guys.”
Katie led them through the restaurant that opened up to a huge glass window on the other side that faced up the mountain. He could see one of the lifts right next to the building, with an operator helping skiers go up.
Katie took a seat next to the window and Roman sat across from her.
He was captivated by the snow. By the way the town kept going even though it felt like nothing should be going. In Texas, this kind of snow would cripple them.
Katie shrugged off her Carhartt. Her lean limbs were revealed in her tank top and yoga pants. She tugged a blue scarf out of her pocket and wrapped it around her neck and smoothed back her hair. Even though it seemed funny to Roman that she would do that, he jerked open his menu
“Hmm.” Katie opened her menu. “The waffles are the best here, and they’ll even sub them for pancakes when you get an omelet.”
Roman pretended to read the menu, slightly annoyed at himself that he felt a twinge of jealousy at the way Lou had looked at her.
She flipped the pages. “This restaurant has been in Lou’s family for generations. This land is actually owned by his family. They just lease it to the ski resort. That was back when resorts would do that kind of thing—share with families. Now most of them just want to own the land and open their own corporate things.”
Trying not to dwell on how
They passed the hardware store, and he thought she would pull into the Leaping Lizard, but she took a sharp right turn and kicked up their speed a notch as she headed toward what looked to be a huge ski resort.
Roman studied the monstrous development that he hadn’t realized was nestled at the base of this mountain. Granted, there weren’t that many cars in the giant parking lot, but he was sure there would be during the peak ski times. He’d never been a skier. Never lived in a place that afforded that opportunity and never really cared to take it up. His ex-wife had told him it would be good for his image, but he’d never understood why it would matter. She’d said it would make him look daring.
He wondered if Katie would take them to the resort. There looked to be a lot of shops and places to eat. Some appeared open and others looked empty, but she took a turn away from the resort side and went up a small road, a road that had an old sign hanging on a large tree over the road.
The Wolfe’s Haven.
She parked in front of a somewhat older looking home that had a bunch of snowmobiles in front of it, and the smell of coffee filled the air.
Roman’s stomach rumbled. As they walked up, he took note of the quaint wrap around deck that had tables covered in snow and chairs stacked on top of each other in rows.
The door chimed as they walked in. The place had the feel of an old mom and pop shop, with a soda fountain bar and back splash mirror. The whole place was faded reds and blacks with large posters of Elvis and Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and some others he didn’t recognize, but knew his mother would have recognized them. Country music played out of the juke box to the side of the door and Roman stared at the men sitting at the counter talking and holding newspapers. He imagined that the coffee never ran out here.
Katie smiled and said hello to some people. She stopped when a man with a kitchen towel wrapped around his waist appeared from behind the revolving door and came out with his hands full of plates. “Lou, this is Jim’s nephew.”
The man paused for a second. Roman surmised that he was probably around his own age—late twenties. Roman measured him the way he would any player on the field. The man was fit, six footish. Probably played ball in high school. He would be fast. He looked Italian and had a mustache and brown eyes. He glared at Roman for a second then nodded. “Be right with you guys.”
Katie led them through the restaurant that opened up to a huge glass window on the other side that faced up the mountain. He could see one of the lifts right next to the building, with an operator helping skiers go up.
Katie took a seat next to the window and Roman sat across from her.
He was captivated by the snow. By the way the town kept going even though it felt like nothing should be going. In Texas, this kind of snow would cripple them.
Katie shrugged off her Carhartt. Her lean limbs were revealed in her tank top and yoga pants. She tugged a blue scarf out of her pocket and wrapped it around her neck and smoothed back her hair. Even though it seemed funny to Roman that she would do that, he jerked open his menu
“Hmm.” Katie opened her menu. “The waffles are the best here, and they’ll even sub them for pancakes when you get an omelet.”
Roman pretended to read the menu, slightly annoyed at himself that he felt a twinge of jealousy at the way Lou had looked at her.
She flipped the pages. “This restaurant has been in Lou’s family for generations. This land is actually owned by his family. They just lease it to the ski resort. That was back when resorts would do that kind of thing—share with families. Now most of them just want to own the land and open their own corporate things.”
Trying not to dwell on how
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