Page 24 of Snow More Secrets

There were texts from Cammie, Lincoln, and Colin. As well as three missed calls from my mother.

I checked Cammie’s message first.

Cammie: Hannah isn’t answering her cell. Have her call me. I’m guessing she’ll tell me more about this mystery than you will. Girl talk and all that shit. Anyway, our flight was cancelled because of the storm. We are trying to decide what to do about the trip.

Me: Trip is cancelled.

Then opened Lincoln’s texts.

Linc: You get to the inn? They’ve closed the road to the resort.

There was about ten minutes between that and the next text.

Linc: Talked to Colin. Glad you made it.

Linc: I hear Santa was listening to your Christmas wish. Of all the gin joints…

I could practically hear my friend laughing and I rolled my eyes, despite the upward curve of my lips.

Linc: I’m assuming you aren’t answering because you’re unwrapping your present, but you might want to give Colin a call when you come up for air. Merry fucking Christmas.

Me: Yes, it is.

He replied immediately with an emoji winking.

The last messages were from Colin, less than five minutes ago.

Colin: Call me when you aren’t…busy. Updates on the storm.

Colin: FYI. Roads in and out of the resort are closed. We’re snowed in. You’re welcome.

I chuckled as I grabbed my earbuds and walked out of the bedroom so I wouldn’t disturb Hannah with my calls. Before I had a chance to call Colin, another message came through from my sister.

Cammie: I just told you the trip was cancelled…Did you shake some brain cells when you got that concussion? Yes, I know about that. Yes, my medic friend told me. And since I didn’t tell mom or Raven, you owe me, big brother.

Sighing, I hit her number as I stuck the buds into my ears.

“I asked for Hannah to call me, not my clearly addle-minded brother,” Cammie answered.

“Hannah is sleeping.”

“At one in the afternoon?”

“She’s worn out, Cammie,” I told her, my voice smug.

“I…ewwwwww, Jake. That’s just gross.”

“You brought it up.”

“Speaking of, what the hell is going on with you and Hannah? And give me the PG version, bro.”

“None of your business,” I retorted, throwing her own words back at her.

“I figured. No worries. Hannah will tell me.”

“That’s up to her.”

“Okaaay, well, I need to talk to her about rescheduling the trip.”

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