Chapter 11
A light snow was falling outside the cabin windows as Reid sat around the dining table playing cards with the rest of the guys. So far, Memphis was winning every hand, and Reid honestly thought Memphis just might be the luckiest guy in the world if he didn’t feel like he could call himself that for getting to marry Melody. Reid folded as the wind picked up outside. For about the thousandth time that day, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the radar. The signal was weak, but after a moment, it popped up. There was a bit of pink up in the right hand corner slowly moving their direction, but it didn’t look like much to worry about. As for the white stuff falling outside right now, it didn’t even register on the radar.
“I told you, it’s fine,” Memphis reassured him,
