Alyssa slowly trailed out, her expression both disappointed and a little embarrassed. Drew returned to his bed, thinking back playing with the children outside.
Jordan had taken Ethan under his wing, tugging the little boy behind an intricate snow fort that must have taken days to construct. The boy had cleverly built it with a shaggy pine at the back, so no one could attack him from the rear. Behind it, truly daunting pile of snowballs waited for his younger brother and sister, who huddled behind a much more rudimentary fort, furiously balling up the snow to create ammunition for Jordan and their new acquaintance. As the men watched, all four children wound up and let fly, wild throws zooming off in random directions.
“You know something, Drew?” Michael said.
“What?”
“This way you're
