Rhiannon + Bethany + Open
The ATV veered around a corner, the inner tube sliding softly into a bank of snow. Though her fingers were near-frozen, Rhiannon held on tight to the handles and managed not to fly off into the cold stuff and get her ass soaking wet on the ground. When the engine died down, she rolled out of the donut laughing and out of breath in a way she hadn’t been in a very long time. “Holy shit,” she said, brown eyes shining with an unusual amount of merriment. “You want to go?” Rhiannon thumbed at Bethany as she stood up. “I think they’d get a kick out of watching a librarian scream.” She recognized the face, even if she didn’t know her name. Fully upright, she took off the helmet and offered it. Her hair was a tangled mess.