Page 22 of Blizzards and Brews
“There’s no way we’re going anywhere today,” Adam said, dread in his voice. “The storm took a turn and it’s not good. It’s a full on blizzard. We’re going to have to hunker down until it passes.”
Five people with unresolved issues, scent matches, jealousy, and supposed unrequited love.
What could go wrong?
Chapter Nine
Lindsay
Spencer’s face was set in a determined glare as he eyeballed his target. He took a slow, deep breath before shifting his arm back and letting the ball loose as he brought it forward.
The makeshift bowling ball glided across the wood floor of the bar and we watched with rapt attention that our silly game didn’t really deserve.
We were already desperate.
Adam had found an old croquet set in the huge storage room and Dustin insisted on making a bowling game. He’d already won twice now and the alphas were chomping at the bit to beat his record.
The ball came into contact with the intricate disposable cup pyramid that we’d created. The cups flew apart, half of the pyramid tumbling to the floor, leaving the cups on the edges still standing proud.
“Shit,” he cursed, letting out a groan but he was fighting back a smile.
“Ha!” Adam said as he pumped his fist into the air, doing a little victory dance.
It was official. We’d already lost our minds.
The blizzard had only trapped us a few hours ago and we were already struggling. According to the news, it was still building in size and threatening to trap us for several days. The moment they said it was ‘the worst we’d seen in our lifetimes’ I knew we were in for winter hell.
After we got the news, we couldn’t seem to turn our minds back to work. Dustin and Ollie went to scavenge through the storage room and thankfully, found some old camping gear. How we hadn’t cleared out all the junk that was in there in the last few years, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to complain.
Their dads had always taken them on camping trips every year. Apparently, they stored it all in the very back of our storage, which meant we had not only a few sleeping bags and blow-up mattresses, we also had lanterns. The batteries were weak but Adam replaced them, placing a few around the bar and filling the main room with the glowing light.
For now, we were trying to pass the time. It was too early to sleep and honestly, I was way too wound up at this point.
Sure, we could get drunk, but that sounded like a recipe for disaster on day one.
“My turn,” Adam said, picking up the ball. He waited while Dustin and I dove in, picking up the cups and resetting it. Dustin’s eyes met mine and we bit back laughter at the alpha’s competitive side.
“Come on, be my good luck charm,” Spencer teased, pulling me in when we’d finished. Adam’s eyes narrowed at us as Spencer teased a kiss over my temple. There was a low, rumbling growl before he launched the ball at the cups with a lot more force than necessary.
With how fast it cut through the pyramid, he’d officially gotten the lowest score yet. It tore through a few cups, leaving the rest.
“Fuck this game,” he grumbled, stalking toward the bar and pulling out a glass. He poured himself a shot of whiskey and took it before Ollie jumped in.
“Okay, enough games,” he said. “Who is hungry? We need to whip up some food.” He eyeballed the glass Adam was refilling as he said it.
“Sorry, angel, I shouldn’t have goaded him,” Spencer said, a bit sheepish now. Dustin clapped him on the shoulder.
“It’s not just that, he’s frustrated that he can’t express the easy affection he wants to like you can.” He also gave me an apologetic smile and I had to swallow the guilt bubbling in me.
Did they think holding back was easy for me?
I’ve wanted them since we were younger but I knew better. We weren’t right as a pack. Not yet at least.
There was still a lot of space to work through but we weren’t going to do it by getting frustrated and angry.
Right now, Adam needed space. I needed to think. We all needed to make it through this.
When I didn’t follow them to the kitchen, Ollie came back out to check on me.