Chapter 2
Noah’s POV
The second the front door clicked shut behind my parents, the whole cabin felt like it exhaled.
I stood there by the big window still holding my camera bag, watching their rental car disappear down the snowy drive, when the music hit like a slap.
Heavy bass thumped through the speakers Ryker had already plugged in, something raw and dirty that vibrated straight up my legs.
“Finally,” Ryker called out from the kitchen, his voice loud over the track. “No more boring adult s**t. Noah, get your ass over here.”
I turned and saw both of them already moving like they owned the place.
Rowan was crouched in front of the massive stone fireplace, stacking logs with quick, sure hands while Ryker yanked bottles out of the liquor cabinet and lined them up on the counter li
