“Although she was used to that particular stillness in winter, it was unfamiliar in autumn. But usually it meant snow. She threw off the covers and ran to the window. Sure enough, the lacy white flakes were coming down like cotton out of the clouds, gently blanketing the trees and the grass. She sighed, vividly remembering last night and the newness of what she’d shared with Winthrop. Like a daydreaming child, she propped her elbows on the windowsill, put her face in her hands and mused about ho...w it would be if she and Winthrop had been snowed in together, just the two of them. Her daydreams were rudely shattered by the loud noise of an approaching vehicle—a four-wheel-drive vehicle, at that. A huge Cherokee wagon came into view with Winthrop at the wheel, and several passengers. They must be the hunting party, she guessed. The group didn’t look too bad. There was a willowy redhead dressed from head to toe in white fur, followed by two older men, one in a wool plaid coat, the other in leather.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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