Who's Worried?

Gio

The next morning, Gio woke to sounds of trucks outside. He peeked out the window, and sure enough, the plows were going. Gio had seen Felix's private plows on the property last night. Now he knew why he had three. The entire long driveway had been snowed in overnight. Gio expected the winter to be white up here. He knew that's what Big Bear was known for, but this seemed a bit much.

He showered and dressed in his favorite pair of jeans and a dark thermal. Once fully dressed, he walked into the living room where Bianca stood in front of the television, holding a mug in her hand. She was still in a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. When she heard his footsteps, she turned, giving him a weak smile.

Gio sucked in a breath for two reasons. For starters, she'd washed off all of yesterday's makeup, giving her that innocent fresh look like back in school. This was the Bianca he remembered, and the look brought with it even more memories: memories of staring at her when she was reading