A sucker for a sweet smile and a bad attitude hopes this time it’ll be different in a short story about love in wintertime.
“I’m never doing this again.”
Paul rubbed his hands together to circulate the blood. He cursed once, twice, thrice, swearing unprintable words about the bitter Philadelphia winter.
“What’s the matter, huh? If you’re cold yur not workin’ hard enough,” Bob said, “Pick up the damn shovel and get back to it.”