Skin Deep [antikvár]

prologue Brittany felt lucky. It was the dead of winter in New England, the end of January, the time of year when a long romantic stroll is usually out of the question. After Christmas break she had returned to the Somerset University campus from her home in West Virginia to find a barren, frigid wasteland. According to some of her friends who lived locally, there had been snow in the Boston area for Christmas, and then off and on for a week or so. It warmed up enough the Wednesday after New Year's to melt what was there. From that day on, there had been nothing but cold. When classes resumed almost two weeks ago, Brittany and her friends spent most of their time indoors, smdying or watching movies. There were no snowball fights, no sledding, no snowmen. It seemed too cold even to snow. The campus lawns were frozen and brittle, and it was harder than ever to make it to those