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The temperature as they stepped through the pub door was a marked improvement to outside, but walking into a cave would have been warmer than being out in the snow. The flames from an open fire reflected off the low ceiling, but it was the lines of sheets hanging across the room that first caught their attention.

Jess turned to look at Dean, starting to shiver.

‘C’mon,’ he said, looking down at her. ‘Let’s find the landlord.’ But before he could take a step a short woman, as wide as she was tall, in a kitchen apron appeared from between the walls of sheets.

‘I thought I heard the door,’ she said, bustling toward them, a warm smile on her face. She stopped to take them in. ‘Oh, look at you two poor dears, you’re soaked to the skin and freezing. Come on, let’s get you sorted out.’

Dean went to thank her, but she was already turning and pushing her way through the village of sheets.

‘This way. As you can see, we’re quite busy,’ she laughed. ‘All our rooms were already full before the blizzard hit, but a coach broke down just down the road and the party came here.’ Her broad local accent made her sound comforting to the pair and Jess’ spirits were starting to lift despite how cold and wet she was.

‘So all we could do was use the spare bedding and sheets to make these rooms down here. Luckily we’d had a delivery of new mattresses ready for our refurbishment so you should be quite comfortable.’

‘Thank you so much,’ Dean said. ‘We really appreciate it.’

‘No problem, my dears. I’ll get you in your room,’ – she laughed at the word. ‘And then I’ll get you some nice hot stew and hot drinks. We have tea, coffee and hot chocolate.’

The pair looked at each other, the realization of their living situation for the night dawning on them.

‘You were lucky,’ the landlady was saying. ‘This is our last one.

‘Um, Mrs -,’ Jess began, ‘we’re not -.’

But she wasn’t listening, too busy bustling around and handing them a large cloth bag. ‘Now, here’s a laundry sack. There’s a pen, a piece of paper, and a safety pin inside. You put your clothes in there, write your names on the paper and pin it to the sack and leave it outside here. And while you’re doing that I’ll get you two nice big bowls of stew, some lovely crusty bread and two nice hot cups of tea.’

‘But Mrs -, um,’ Jess started again. ‘You see, we’re not -.’

‘Now my dears, don’t you worry about paying me tonight, we can take care of that in the morning. Jess and Dean looked at each other. ‘So this could be awkward,’ Dean said, looking around their tiny room as if trying to find a place for some privacy.

Jess nodded. ‘Yes, but I’m freezing so I need to get these clothes off and get under the duvet.’

Dean looked at her.

‘Well turn around then,’ she said.

Dean shook his head as if coming out of a day dream. ‘Right, yes. Of course. Sorry, I’m just a bit – yes, this is going to be awkward.’

Jess nodded but reached for the buttons on her coat. ‘Yes, but you telling my wife and family that I died of hypothermia will be more awkward so I’m getting undressed. Don’t look.’

Dean turned his back, a little annoyed at the implication that he might watch his pretty colleague get undressed, trying to push the images of what her lithe body might look like out of his mind. ‘I won’t,’ he said, then as an afterthought, ‘and you don’t look either.’

Jess huffed. ‘I’m not going to look. I’m gay, remember.’

Dean shook his head and started to unbutton his coat, realizing just how cold and wet he was. Behind him he could hear Jess undressing.

‘Oh, I’m so cold,’ she moaned. ‘It hurts to move. Everything is so wet.’ Dean closed his eyes as he pulled off his shirt and t-shirt. They weren’t as wet as his jeans but he found that he was holding off removing them for as long as he could.