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Framed by the still-falling snow, I was shocked to find Preston standing in my doorway. He was covered head to toe in big, thick snowflakes, and wearing gloves that were caked with little balls of ice. Right behind him, holding a pair of snow shovels, was Jax.
“C’mon, it’s freezing out here!”
The icy wind practically blew them inside. I had to shoulder the door closed.
“Holy shit,” I shivered.
They began stripping down, and shaking themselves off. Both men were soaking wet. I knew immediately it wasn’t only from the storm.
“Did you just shovel me out?” I asked incredulously.
“Your car, your walkway, your driveway,” Preston smiled.
“And you’re welcome,” spat Jax.
“How the hell did you even get here?” I marveled.
Jax jerked a thumb his roommate’s way. “He’s got these obnoxiously oversized tires on his Bronco. I think he might be trying to compensate for something.”
I shot Preston a surreptitious wink and grinned. “Trust me, he’s not.”
Jax’s expression went temporarily sour. He made a ‘walked right into that one’ face and rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. Right.”
“Look, let’s not pretend I don’t know what the two of you did the other night, either,” Preston replied dryly. “And on my bed, no less.”
“On your bed, in your bed…” Jax smirked. “Up against your bed—”
“Territorial pissings,” I sighed and shook my head.
Jax squinted curiously. “You mean the Nirvana song?”
“No, I mean enough with the two of you, lifting your legs like dogs to mark out your territory.” I folded my arms. “There is no territory. Got it?”
They looked at me together now, two ex-lovers sizing me up in much the same way. I had to admit, there was a small part of me that actually liked it. I’d never been in a situation like this before.
“Can we talk about these hooker boots then?” Jax asked, as he pulled his own off.
He was holding up my highest leather boots, picked from a pile of footwear in the corner. To be honest, they were pretty fucking fantastic.
“They’re not hooker boots,” I somewhat lied.
“Do they come up past your knees?”
I hesitated a little too long. “Well, yes. But—”
“Then they’re hooker boots,” Jax smiled victoriously. “End of story.”
God, he could be such an asshole! Sometimes. Sort of.
“Let’s get back to how the two of you arrived at my doorstep in the middle of this crazy blizzard.”
It seemed unbelievable that they’d be out driving in this, much less come all the way here. They’d risked getting stuck in some very terrible conditions. Hell, they’d even shoveled me out.
“We already told you,” Jax started up again. “He’s got—”
“I know, but why?” I finally asked.
Jax was busy pulling his wet socks off, one by one. Preston just smiled and pointed.
