I pulled my coat tighter around me, my hands balled into fists in my pockets. It was snowing again. I decided that if I could pull Reid out of whatever bizarre trance he was in, he owed me a trip to Florida, or maybe California.
Anywhere sunny, and far away from the snow.
I violent shiver wracked my entire body. I tried to picture it: a sandy beach, the salty smell of the ocean, sweltering heat…I wanted to drink something fruity out of a coconut, complete with a little paper umbrella. I wanted Reid in a pair of swim shorts.
Unfortunately, visualization hardly helped, because my reality was the exact opposite. My reality was the crunch, crunch, crunch of my boots in the snow. No fruity drinks in coconut cups, no bright, hot sun, and no Reid in swim shorts.
Essentially, no Reid at all.
