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“It’s snowing!” Skye jumps off the porch into the yard. “Let’s make snow angels.”
I rush after her and manage to catch her before she can lay on the ground. “You’re not dressed for snow angel making.”
“I’m not?”
“Do you want to attend the Yule festival with wet pants?”
Her nose wrinkles. “Everyone will think I peed my pants.”
“Which is why we’re not making snow angels.”
She huffs. “Okay.”
“Come on,” Damon calls from the sidewalk. “I thought you wanted to watch the parade.”
“Parade!” Skye rushes to him. He snatches her hand before she runs into the street. We don’t have many cars in the streets of Winter Falls, but it’s still good to be careful.
“Did you bring the presents?” I ask Damon as I join them.
He holds up the bag. “I did, but I don’t understand why.”
I don’t explain since I want it to be a surprise for Skye. “You’ll see.”
I take Skye’s free hand and we walk toward town like any other family. Except we’re not a family. Not really. Or is it, not yet?
Damon glances over at me and smiles. The happiness in his warm brown eyes has hope filling me until I’m ready to burst. I want this to be real more than anything else in life.
“Wow. I didn’t realize there’d be this many people,” he says when we reach Main Street.
The street is crowded with Winter Falls’ residents and guests alike. The stores have booths set up on the sidewalks to sell their wares. There are also games and crafts such as wreathmaking to entertain the visitors. With the snow falling lightly from the sky and the fairy lights illuminating the scene, it feels magical.
“Yule is Winter Falls’ biggest event of the year.”
“It’s Christmas!”
Before I have a chance to correct Skye, Sage steps in front of us. The rest of the gossip gals are behind her. Uh oh.
“Love Hill and Damon Bragg.”
I bite my tongue. Literally. I can taste blood. I don’t want to get on the bad side of the gossip gals, but they haven’t exactly supported me in the past. Yet, now they’re all up in my business. What’s changed?
You have.
I’m trying. I really am.
Petal claps. “This is my favorite project.”
I frown. I don’t understand how our relationship is one of their ‘projects’. There certainly hasn’t been any of their usual scheming. Thank goodness.
“If this is your favorite project, why didn’t you make them any candles?” Clove asks.
“We don’t need any candles,” I’m quick to say.
Especially not Petal’s candles. She makes her own sex candles. Hot wax will not be touching my skin. No thanks. Damon’s touch is scorching enough without actual fire.
I glance over at him from beneath my lashes. Yep. He’s just as handsome as he was this morning when he snuck into my bedroom before Skye woke and kissed me senseless.
I was ready to strip him bare and lick every inch of his body – multiple times – but we need to be careful with Skye around. She’d be in therapy for years if she witnessed the things I want to do to Damon.
