–Kai–
I know nobody's just going to drop the money off at our doorstep. We have to climb the snowy mountain to collect it ourselves. A mountaineer's already waiting at the summit. We've even contacted the bank to accommodate us before midnight.
I don't know what's going on in Damon's head. The air burns my lungs every time I breathe; the cold here is so sharp it feels like knives. Still, I force myself to get used to it.
"Are we there yet?" Caine's voice cut through the wind.
"Bro, we're not even halfway," Damon replied, his tone clipped but amused. "But you can work your hips for hours when it's Deanne. How did you get tired easily?"
I barked out a laugh, but the gusts were so strong our voices were almost torn away by the wind.
"Deanne's different from this freezing mountain, Damon," Caine said, his breath misting in the dark. "She's the warmth in this cold."
