The snowstorm arrived hours earlier than expected.
Noah pressed his face against the car window like an impatient child, watching the thick flurries swallow the narrow mountain road. Aarush tightened his grip on the steering wheel, jaw clenched in quiet frustration as the tires skidded slightly on the ice.
“Are we… stuck?” Noah asked, pulling his scarf closer around his neck.
Aarush exhaled, the warm fog of his breath clouding the inside of the windshield. “We’re not stuck. The road is just… not cooperating.”
“It looks pretty stuck,” Noah teased lightly.
He expected Aarush to fire back with a sarcastic remark, but instead, the lawyer remained focused, shoulders tight. This drive—this one small holiday getaway—had been his idea. Noah could tell the situation bothered him more than he w
