“If you could just tow me yourself—” “Sorry. Even if I could get your vehicle down to the shop, the snow would be settled by then. Can’t risk getting stuck in town.” “But … it wouldn’t take long …” She’s looking at me with those fucking mossy green, pleading eyes, and bitterness lines my throat. This isn’t my problem. “Listen, sweetheart. I don’t know what shit you’ve got yourself into with my son, but I’ve got a business up here and livestock to take care of. If I take you down the mountain, I won’t be getting back myself until the roads get cleared, and that could take weeks.”
