I walked to the fireplace, the embers barely glowing, the room chilly despite the heat we'd generated. With the cigarette still between my lips, I crouched down, grabbing a couple of dry logs from the stack and tossing them onto the grate. I crumpled some newspaper from the basket, tucked it under, and struck a match, the flame catching quick. I blew gently, coaxing the fire back to life, the crackle growing as the logs started to burn, casting a warm orange glow across the room.
A thunderclap shook the cabin, loud enough to rattle the windows, and the girls gasped in unison.
"Jesus fuck," Kim said, sitting up on the blanket, her tits bouncing as she hugged her knees. "I hate weather like this."
"Who loves this kinda weather?" Tessa quipped, lifting her head from the couch, her dark hair a mess. "It's like the sky's trying to kill us."
Jasmine pointed at me, grinning. "Our melancholic detective over there probably likes it."
