Chapter 9
In Memphis Nix’s black Chevy Silverado pickup, the drive to the Minter Cabins in the Blue Ridge Mountains only took a couple of hours. The road was perfectly clear without a single snowflake falling, and only a hint of flakes from the last week or so clung in soggy piles in some of the deeper ditches at the side of the highway. The sun had set by the time the four friends reached their destination, but Reid was confident the weather would hold out not only until after he returned but straight through the wedding.
The cabin Memphis had rented was the same one he’d stayed in the year before when he’d met Olivia. It was so large, the only way it fit the description of a cabin in Reid’s mind was the fact that it was made of logs. There were four bedrooms upstairs, and they let him
