THE TRIP

THE TRIP

         Chris and Heather entered the cabin and fell onto the couch.

         “I’m exhausted. I think that’s the farthest I’ve ever skied.”

         “But it was the perfect day for a cross country excursion.”

         “The gently falling snow . . . Have I thanked you yet for the awesome escape?” Heather climbed on Chris’s lap and kissed him passionately.

         “Well, no.”

         “This is our last night here. How about we warm up in a shower? After, we can open some wine and snuggle in front of a fire. Then,” unbuttoning his shirt, “we can let nature take its course.”

         Chris smiled, knowing exactly what her sensual mind was thinking.

         “I couldn’t agree more. Just remember, we have to leave early. I begin work with the new firm tomorrow. I don’t think it would look good if I was late.”

         The warm water relaxed their aching muscles and drove the chill from their bodies.

         Dry and dressed, Chris built a fire, and Heather gathered finger foods and a bottle of champagne.

         “I’m so proud of you, landing a job with the most prestigious law firm right out of college.”

         Snuggling, they spent the night talking about the future. Neither of them heard the howling wind intensifying. At six in the morning, the alarm on Chris’s cell phone rang. Heather made some coffee, and they quickly dressed and packed.

         Chris headed out to start the car, but a wall of snow stood in his way.

         “Heather! Look out the window. What do you see?”

         “Nothing. It looks all … Oh my God, the window is blocked by snow. Chris, what are we going to do?”

         “I guess Mother Nature decided we needed a few more days of passion. I’ll call Jason. I guess they’ll have to wait a couple more days before I start.”