Chapter Eleven
I steal a glance at the drive-through entrance gate, screaming a silent prayer in my mind that I won’t see Sydney’s car pulling up. Nothing. I exhale in relief and gently yank Piper inside, closing the back door behind us.
“It’s so good to be home.” Piper crushes me in another hug. “I missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” I step away with a puzzled look. “When did you get back? I thought your return flight wasn’t until Tuesday.”
“It wasn’t. But we got word this humongous snowstorm was coming a couple of days ago. Grandma Irene said it’s common for this time of year, but with all the road closures it makes car travel next to impossible. Since the airport is ninety minutes’ drive from their house, I had to make a choice—shave a few days off my vacation or risk getting snowed in
