Chapter 5This time it was the rattling of the pipes that woke Austin. The curtains were partially ajar, gray skies and flying flakes visible through the opening. The newscasters were right in calling this the storm of the century.
He rolled toward the closed bathroom door before his gaze shifted to Maddox’s bed. Empty and already made, blue plaid pulled to the pillows as if no one had slept there.
Austin’s duffel sat on the floor in front of the television, next to one that he guessed had to be Maddox’s, the pants he left out to dry folded and placed on top. Maddox had already been to the truck and brought in everything they had been too tired to deal with last night.
The television was on, volume turned off. A montage of images shared the havoc the snowstorm had brought to the area. Th
