[Saturday Night Date with Lee]

One thing Cam had learned when he started moving north: when winter came, motorcycles just didn't cut it. If it had just been the cold, he'd have coped. There were ways around it - heated seats, heated handgrips, even heated vests. The problem was the rain, the snow, the ice, and other drivers' reaction times. He loved his bike, but he also loved being able to breathe unassisted and have full control of all his appendages.

For those reasons, and once he'd gotten a job and decided to stay awhile, he'd searched for and found a vintage Jeep and tuned it up, bumped up the cover and heaters, and called it good. It also, he thought now as he pulled up in front of Lee's house, came in handy for the occasional date.

Flowers in hand, he made his way to her door and knocked.