Chapter 17

Declan

By the time we get the last bag shoved into the back of Dad's SUV, I'm already sweating through the collar of my Henley and questioning every life decision that led to cabin weekend requiring enough gear to survive a small apocalypse.

"Why've we got three coolers?" I ask, slamming the hatch shut.

"Because this family eats like we're preparing for winter," Beckett says, coming down the drive