Cal
"It's f*****g freezing out there." I stomp my feet in my snow boots as I enter the lobby. "Does anyone know what the temperature is?"
Noelle is standing at the reception desk, a bemused smile on her face. "About five below zero."
"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have let the F-word slip before I saw if anyone was in here or not." My face warms, and I have the decency to be slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay. I tend to like the fact that you're a bad boy."
After walking over to the desk, I lean against it, giving her my best smile. "Oh yeah? Is that what got you?"
She rests her elbows and puts her face in her palms. "Maybe. I mean, probably. How's it been going out there today?"
"Anything that could freeze up has done so. Do you happen to know what the temperature is supposed t
