Jake tossed his suitcase in the trunk with Dane’s thudding beside his seconds later. He started the car and cranked the heat before stepping back out to help Dane brush the snow off the car. It was December in Montana, and it had snowed the night before with roughly six inches of snow coating the cars in the airport parking lot. They climbed back into the car, doors slamming simultaneously.
Jake leaned his head back and sighed. “Please tell me Shana told you where they’re staying,” he said, rolling his head to the side to glance at Dane.
Dane chuckled and nodded. “Yup. They booked a room at a place just down the highway from here.”
“Okay, tell me where to go.”
Moments later, they were driving down the highway. Jake took in the view as he drove along. Bozeman was situated in the Gallati
