Page 120 of One Winter at the French Chalet

‘I have no doubt about that,’ she said, reassuringly, putting her arms around his neck.

‘So, you’re saying no?’ he asked, raising one eyebrow.

‘I’m not saying no,’ Orla said, smiling. ‘I’m saying “one day”. Definitely one day.’

‘Did you hear that, Cheeses?’ Jacques asked the foxes who were noses to the ground sniffing for scraps. ‘She said “definitely one day”.’

‘You’re crazy,’ Orla said, looking into his eyes.

‘And you… are everything,’ he answered, his heart full.

He kissed her then, with every ounce of passion he possessed and all the love that had grown between them since they had first met. It may have started as one winter in the mountains, but there were many chapters of their story just waiting to be written.