Snowed in Cinderella - Episode 1
by Codi Gary
Is the tow truck there yet?
šŸ˜” no
And Iā€™m freezing!
I wonā€™t be the annoying big sister and say I told you so.
Uh, I think you just did.
Well, I told you it was going to snow tonight!
I warned you not to wear a dress!
And I told you not to meet some creeper from a dating app!
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Yes, my car skidded into a snow bankā€¦
And yes, a cocktail dress wasnā€™t the best choice for below freezing temperatures.
But that has nothing to do with my date cancelling.
Besides, itā€™s perfectly normal to use dating apps.
What was your dateā€™s name?
Not his user name, right?
Rachel!
šŸ˜‚ Iā€™m kidding.
His name is Wyatt.
Wyatt what?
I donā€™t know.
Thatā€™s not funny.
No, I really donā€™t know.
You were going to dinner with this man and you didnā€™t even know his last name?
I figured Iā€™d just ask to see his license and birth certificate.
You are unbelievable.
Text me when the tow truck gets there!
Rachelā€™s phone rings and she sees itā€™s the tow truck company calling.
Hello?
Hi, this is Cedar Valley Towing.
Just wanted to let you know Iā€™m two minutes out from your location.
Rachelā€™s taken aback by the voice on the other end of the line.
Itā€™s deep, but warm.
And it makes her think of honey.
Slow but sweet.
You staying warm?
Rachel laughs, despite the chattering of her teeth.
Barely.
But youā€™re doing alright?
You arenā€™t hurt?
No, Iā€™m okay.
Just hit that curve too fast.
At least the three-foot tall snow drift broke my crash.
Cracking jokes is always a good sign.
I see you up ahead.
Head lights flood Rachelā€™s rear window and she sighs with relief.
Thank God.
Nope, just me.
Ha! Youā€™re funny.
I try.
Rachel watches in her rear-view mirror as the truck pulls in and stops a few yards away.
Iā€™ll come around to your side and help you get situated.
Thanks so much.
Rachel ends the call and stays inside until someone raps on her driverā€™s side window.
She opens her door and the frigid air hits her like a thousand sharp needles.
All she can make out is a tall, hooded figure in the dark.
She opens the door further and moves to stand up.
The driver holds out a hand as if to say, ā€˜wait.ā€™
Whatā€™s that on your feet?
Heels.
Rachel thinks she hears a low chuckle.
In the snow?
It wasnā€™t snowing when I left the house a few hours ago.
Maā€™am, do I have permission to help you into my truck?
Help me how?
Iā€™d like to carry you.
Iā€™m sorry?
Iā€™m worried youā€™ll break your neck walking in those.
And if you take them off and go barefoot itā€™s going to hurt like hell.
Rachelā€™s cheeks flush.
He probably thinks sheā€™s an idiot.
But there hadnā€™t been a cloud in sight when she got dressed.
I can walk. Really.
At least take my hand, maā€™am.
Thanks.
Rachel takes the driverā€™s leather gloved hand and stands up.
She steps forward and her leg immediately slips out in front of her.
The driver catches her, his strong arms wrapped around her middle.
Rachel feels heat rush to her face once again.
She grabs onto his forearms for balance.
Are you alright, maā€™am?
All things consideredā€¦
Maā€™amā€”
I think weā€™re past formalities. Iā€™m Rachel.
Rachel, it would sure save us time if I could just carry you.
You donā€™t know me from Adam, but I swear, Iā€™ll be a gentleman.
Rachel tries to make out his face, but his scarf is obscuring her view.
Not that it really matters what he looks like, butā€¦
She is about to consider letting him haul her around.
Okay, you can carry me ā€” oof!
The driver scoops her up in his arms like she weighs next to nothing.
Her shoes fall off in the snow.
My shoes!
Thereā€™s that chuckle again.
Iā€™ll come back for those in a minute.
Donā€™t worry.
Weā€™ll have you in the truck and warming up in two shakes of a lambā€™s tail.
Rachel smiles at the expression.
Youā€™re not from around here, are you?
Good guess. I moved up from Texas about three months ago.
Wasnā€™t quite prepared for my first Montana winter.
You get used to it.
They approach the passenger side of his truck.
The tow truck driver deftly opens the door, barely shifting Rachelā€™s weight.
You climb up there and get comfortable while I hitch up your car.
Thereā€™s a blanket behind the seat if you want it.
He gently closes the door and trudges back toward her car.
Rachel lets out a sigh as the heater warms her frozen toes.
This isnā€™t exactly the romantic evening she pictured butā€¦
Thereā€™s something about this guy.
His velvet voice, that slight twang when he speaks.
And his mannersā€¦polite isnā€™t exactly the right word.
Charming, certainly.
But itā€™s more than that.
He makes her feelā€¦safe.
Safe and excited, all at the same time.
Rachel shivers, goosebumps prickling her skinā€¦
And she knows itā€™s not just from the cold.
Finally, the driver side door opens and he climbs up into his side of the cab.
He sets her heels on the middle console.
Here you are, Cinderella.
Rachel beams.
Whew, itā€™s nasty out there and just getting worse.
You feeling any better?
Much warmer, thank you.
Well, then, letā€™s get this show on the road.
He starts the truck and pulls out onto the highway.
Itā€™s still too dark in the cab to get a good look at him.
So, what were you doing out and about in this storm?
Wearing high heels no less.
I had a date tonight, but he cancelled.
I was almost at the restaurant, so I went ahead and ate.
By the time I finished there were already a few inches on the ground.
Thatā€™s too bad. About the date.
Whyā€™d he cancel?
His text said he had a work emergency.
What does he do?
His profile said small business owner, but I didnā€™t get the details yet.
Profile?
Yeah, I met him on a dating app.
You didnā€™t get much info about him before yā€™all went out?
We flirted a little over text, but I think heā€™s a bit reserved.
Well, if he wasnā€™t a sparkling conversationalist, whyā€™d you want to go out with him?
Youā€™ll laugh at me. My sister did.
Try me.
It was his ā€œAbout Meā€ section.
The way he talked about his family and his dog.
He even ended it with this corny joke and it was pretty cute.
My sister says Iā€™m a hopeless romantic.
But there was just something about him.
Iā€™m sure he was just as disappointed to have to cancel.
What makes you say that?
Because I think I was supposed to be your date tonight.
Rachel flips on the dome light, softly illuminating the cab of the truck.
As he pulls his scarf down, she recognizes Wyattā€™s handsome face from his profile.
You!
Wyatt beams.
Me.
Wyattā€™s smile is so bright, Rachelā€™s pretty sure he could light up the whole highway.
I canā€™t believe it.
I hated bailing on you, but it really was an emergency.
My other driver called in sick, and I had three calls while I was getting dressed.
Can you forgive me?
Of course. These things happen.
I thought you got cold feet.
No, nothing like that.
I just knew the weather was going to get worse.
I would have explained more, but I had to get on the road.
So, this is your small business?
Yup. I bought it from my cousin. Iā€™m trying to build it back up.
Are you going to be working all night?
Iā€™m afraid so.
I figured Iā€™d drop you off at your house?
Then the shop can call you tomorrow with an estimate.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
Maybe we could meet for coffee tomorrow?
Have a makeup date?
We donā€™t have to wait until tomorrow.
Wyatt points to a thermos in the cup holder.
I keep extra cups in the middle console.
Look at you, all prepared.
You always share your coffee with strangers?
This is a first. Besides, weā€™re not really strangers.
True. Exceptā€¦whatā€™s your last name?
Davis.
Whatā€™s yours?
Itā€™s Hill.
Well, Rachel Hill, itā€™s nice to meet you.
Just as Rachel decides that heels were the best choice sheā€™s ever madeā€¦
Her phone buzzes, pulling her out of the thought.
Itā€™s a text from Becca.
Did he ever show up?
He did.
Thank God.
Are you okay?
Fantastic, actually.
Oh, and my date?
His last name is Davis.
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