“Good.” She put the SUV in gear. “He’s been depressing the men and worrying my mother. Apparently Drew is usually loud. This version is giving everyone seasonal anxiety.”
My heart twisted.
The drive into the mountains took forever and no time at all. Snow piled along the road. Pines rose black and green against the white. Every turn made the sky look bigger, colder, cleaner.
I sat in the passenger seat wearing leggings, boots, one of Drew’s hoodies under my coat, and the bracelet he’d left behind.
In my bag sat two things.
A ring.
And a folded document from my father’s lawyer.
Not because paperwork could prove love.
It couldn’t.
But Drew had asked a question I had not answered fast enough.
If I was just Drew Travers, would you still want me?
I was going to answer with words first.
Then proof.
The cabin wasn’t really a cabin.
It was a mountain house pretending to be rustic while clearly costing more than some small athletic facilities. Big windows. Stone chimney. Snow on the roof. Warm light spilling across the driveway. Voices inside. Laughter. Family.
My stomach dropped.
I turned to Hannah. “Is everyone here?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Great.”
She grinned. “Nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Means it matters.”
I got out before I could change my mind.
The front door opened before I reached it.
Jace stood there in sweatpants and a puffer vest, holding a mug that said ‘WORLD’S OKAYEST SON.’
His eyes widened when he saw me.
Then his mouth curved.
“Well, damn,” he said. “Texas came to the snow.”
“Where is he?”
Jace nodded toward the back of the house.
