He hit Answer and his brother’s face appeared on the screen. “I hate Wyoming.” Mike laughed. Sean looked haggard, on edge. His eyes were narrowed, whisker stubble covered his jaws and the scowl he wore looked as if it had been permanently etched into his face. “Don’t hold back, tell me how you really feel.” “Funny.” Sean glanced over his shoulder, then back into the camera. “It hasn’t stopped snowing since I got here. There’s like three feet of snow piling up out there and it’s still coming down. I don’t think it’ll ever stop.” “Sounds cold.” “Hah! Beyond cold. Beyond freezing. I’m wearing two sweaters inside.” Chuckling, Mike asked, “What’s it like when you’re not bitching about how cold you are?” Sean sighed then grudgingly admitted, “It’s pretty.
