Remy pointed at the porch. “There’s plenty of snow on the steps. Just brush it off to one side and you might even get enough to make a snowman, or something.”
Well, no, Remy knew he wasn’t going to get thatmuch snow off the porch steps. Maybe enough for a good-sized snowball, tops. Even all the snow around the cabin wouldn’t be enough for a snowman, and Remy didn’t think it would hold together anyway. Still, Braden jumped at the idea and started brushing off the lowest porch step with his mittened hands. At least it stopped Remy from getting battered with snowballs for the moment.
Stepping over his son, Remy climbed onto the porch and waved at Lane on the other side of the sliding glass door. “It’s snowing!” he said, raising his voice so Lane could hear him.
Lane smirked and called out, “No shit!”