Page 155 of My Big, Fat, Snowed-In Billionaire Christmas
We’re stronger when connected.
Gregory moves us toward the window, and I realize it’s snowing outside. Big fat flakes drifting down, covering the helicopter pad, along with the path to the wood storage area where the cougar stalked us, and the roof where we almost died.
My eyes drift to the snow globe he gave me, sitting on the coffee table. Inside, the miniature snow is still swirling around the tiny chalet.
“Look,” I whisper. “It’s snowing in the globe, too. Did you shake it?”
“Wasn’t me.” He glances at the table, and then his arms tighten around me. We stand there, next to the window, in each other’s arms, dancing to music only we can hear.
Sometimes a storm to shake things up is exactly what you need.
“Ready for our next adventure?” Gregory asks softly.
I lean my head against his chest, watching the snow fall, feeling the ring on my finger, surrounded by his warmth and the warmth of the fire we built together.
“With you?” I ask. “Always.”
