The wind picked up, snow swirling around them.
“The storm is coming faster than forecasted,” July said, glancing at the sky.
“So… what? Do we both turn back?” Ivy asked skeptically, eyeing the snow-laden road.
July looked at the sky, then at Ivy, and finally at the warm cabin behind her. Her lips curved into a hesitant smile.
“We could… share it.”
Ivy exhaled. “Why not? A little chaos at Christmas is tradition.”
July stepped aside, letting her in.
Warmth wrapped around them, scented with pine and cinnamon. The snow buried the world outside.
“Well,” Ivy said, dropping her bag, “looks like we’re… cabin-mates.”
“Cabin-sisters,” July offered.
“Cabin-frenemies?”
“Cabin-companions?”
Ivy smiled. “Deal.”
