Cade:
Being snowed in wasn’t as bad as Riley made it sound. She complained plenty—about cabin fever, about being “held hostage by Mother Nature”—but the truth was, she thrived on finding ways to fill the time.
We raided the hotel café first, stacking a tray with muffins and hot chocolate before retreating back to the room. She insisted on trying the outdoor hot tub next, steam rising in clouds against the blizzard like something out of a postcard. I sat there with snowflakes catching in my hair while she laughed every time the wind whipped at us, nearly spilling her drink.
By afternoon, we’d played a round of terrible pool in the game room, burned popcorn in the lobby microwave, and dared each other to sneak into the ballroom where housekeeping had left the chandeliers half-lit.
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