He grinned. “Let’s getthem.”
Bellamy and I moved around the side of the pool house and when he spotted Texas and Grayson on the ground, scooping up handfuls of snow, he called back to me. “SNOWBALL FIGHT! PREPAREYOURSELF!”
I giggled and laughed and cursed as minutes later an avalanche of premade snowballs—most of which were still piled together at Grayson’s and Texas’ feet—began to assail us. I scooped up handfuls of snow as fast as I could. I didn’t even wait long enough or appropriately pack them before throwing them. Half of the balls I tossed barely made it halfway across the yard beforedisintegrating.
“You suck, Spider-Monkey!” Texastaunted.
I laughed out loud when one of Bellamy’s snowballs caught him in the face. “What was that?” I called back. “I didn’t hear you over the snow in yourmouth!”
I laughed, my heart feeling full. My chest expanding as I sucked in the frozen air. I paused for a brief moment, turning my cheeks up to the sun as it peeked up and rose over the horizon. And for a moment, I recognized my own contentment. How grateful I was for the guys, for whatever magic in the universe that had decided that I needed them, that I deserved them. I closed my eyes and thanked that unknownmagic.
Then Texas lobbed another snowball at myface.