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His mouth curved into a smile. ‘You’ve got me, Ivy Wilde. I’m yours.’

She didn’t answer.Romantic. He’d bet that’s what she’d been about to say and he agreed. The snow was deceptively romantic.

All of which added up to nothing but trouble.Do you come up here often? she asked.My family loves Tahoe and spends a lot of time up here. We gather at the cabin as often as possible. Less now, though.

People too busy? she asked.He shook his head. Josh, my brother, used to handle most of the planning of these trips. He was the perennial middle kid, the peacemaker, the gatherer. The rest of us try, but we’re no match for him.

He had her attention now; he could feel her gaze on him. Around them, the night was so quiet. The gently falling snow was an insulator, making things very close and intimate.

Will he be there tonight? she asked.He’s delayed thirty minutes by a meeting with Archer.

Great. Head still spinning, Kylie headed into the pub for a drink. She stepped up to the bar next to Sadie.Sadie smiled distractedly, but didn’t say anything.

You okay? Kylie asked.Good question, Sean said from the other side of the bar. I just asked her the same thing.