Page 106 of Naughty & Nice

“Yeah. That’s generally where people keep their wood pile.”

“All right, smart ass,” Noelle hisses.

But despite knowing what we have to do, all three of us just sit there.

“I made breakfast, so I think this job is for you two.”

“I’ve been keeping the fire going. Rix, what have you done today?”

“Made Elle come.”

“So did I,” I counter. “Try harder.”

Rix glares at me from his seat next to Elle on the couch.

“Fine,” he huffs before pushing to his feet. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Put a coat on,” Noelle calls after him.

“What happened to my little rebel?” I ask teasingly.

She sucks in a breath, but her only response is to narrow her eyes.

Following Rix to the door, they exchange a few words I can’t hear before he slips his feet into his sneakers and pulls his coat on like the good little boy that he is.

I shake my head. “So fucking whipped already.”

“There are worse positions to be in,” he shoots over his shoulder before reaching for the front door.

It’s still snowing out, but it’s nowhere near as heavy as it was yesterday, and the wind has eased off, too. But that doesn’t mean even an inch of the snow surrounding us has melted.

Curiosity has me climbing to my feet and following them.

I can only imagine what he’s about to?—

“Oh fuck,” Hendrix shouts as an avalanche of snow spills into the entryway.

“See, snowslide,” I announce smugly.

“W-what?” Rix barks as he stares at the mess before him.

“Now what do we do?” Noelle asks in a panic as the wind proves my previous point wrong and whips around all three of us, making us shiver and wrap our arms around ourselves.

“We need to move it,” Rix says helpfully.

“Where to? That’s taller than me out there.”

She’s not lying. Where the wind has blown the snow against the side of our cabin, it’s almost unscalable.

Exactly why I didn’t want to be the one to open the door.

Honestly, we’d probably have been better climbing out of a window. If I were less of an asshole, I might have pointed it out, but this is too funny.

“The bathtub?” Rix suggests.

“You want us to shovel all this with… something and dump it in the bathtub?” Noelle echoes in disbelief.

“Well, does anyone have a better idea that doesn’t involve flooding the cabin?”

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