Valeria looked outside, luckily the door was against the wind, but she couldn't help a shiver of terror anyway.

“No, Nick, we can't go out. It's too dangerous!” she said, frightened.

“Baby, listen to me, look at me. We're going to be all right! But it's worse to stay here,” he assured her.

Nick made sure the anorak covered her well and wrapped his own scarf—which was the only one that was dry—around her neck.

“Let's go, troublemaker. Let's go!”

He pushed her outside, and they ran to the snowmobile as fast as they could. The wind was terrible and the sleet was sticking in their faces like needles. Before they even started the bike they were both shivering, but at least, when Nick drove around the shed, they could see the lights of the hotel. It looked very close, but Nick knew there were two kilometers of sketchy terrain and gaps in the soft snow.

The bounce when they hit the first bank was horrible, and it made Valeria get even closer to his back, clinging with all her might. Nic