Chapter 4
Reluctantly, Sam forced himself out of the warm bed and to the window. He stuck his fingers through the blinds to peer outside.
“Mother of God,” he swore.
At least a foot of snow covered the ground, and the white stuff was still rapidly coming down
“Great. Just great.” He released the blinds and ran a hand through his crusty hair. Then grimaced when he couldn’t help but wonder why it was crusty.
He went to the bedroom door, opened it, and looked out. “Hey, is anyone else awake?”
“Sam?”
Lincoln. Thank God. At least Lincoln was the best and easiest of them. Lincoln’s younger brother, Monroe, usually eyed him like he had three heads or something. He was definitely not impressed with Sam. And the rest? Well…