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“It’s so quiet. You can hear the snow falling.” She turned to him. “What are your Thanksgiving plans?”

“I have no idea. I used to spend it with Tricia and Walt.”

“Why don’t you come with me to my parents’ house?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Please. My mom cooks enough food for an army and sends everyone home with leftovers.”

“Well, that does sound tempting.” Colt smirked.

“I don’t want you to be alone. And you’ve already met Mom, and Eli and Lorna will be there too.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Good enough.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m heading back to the house. Want to join me?”

He blew out a laugh that formed into a cloud in front of him.

“Unfortunately, I have work to finish.”

“Oh, okay. Well, talk to you later.” She kissed his lips before walking back toward the house. As soon as she was gone, Colt muttered to himself.

“I have way too much work to do,” he grumbled as he pushed away from the door. As he stared at the house, he shook his head, then made his way across the yard, up the steps, and into the house.

Early the next morning, Colt stood in the kitchen, preparing a cup of coffee when Chelsea walked in. She froze and blushed, no doubt remembering their time together last night. He couldn’t help but smirk.

“Stop,” she scolded with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am. I better get to work before I get fired.”

“I’d keep you as my boy-toy,” she joked.

Colt laughed. “I’m older than you.”

“Oh. Okay, my sugar daddy then,” she teased, and they both laughed.

“I’d better go so I can get out of here without being seen.” He gave her a quick kiss then walked out the door.

Colt and the men led the horses back inside the barn as the snow began to fall heavily. He watched with a smile as Joey, who had grown so much since he first came here, led a horse and laughed with Brian.

“Hey, Colt,” he greeted him.

“Good morning, Joey. I hope you’re staying warm,” Colt replied.

Joey grinned. “I’m trying. I hate this stuff.”

Colt chuckled. “I’m not too fond of it either.” He tilted his head in curiosity. “Any plans for Thanksgiving?”

“No, sir. Dad and my sister always go skiing in Aspen.”

“You don’t join them?”

“Nah. Like I said, I hate the cold, so why bother?” Joey shrugged.

“That’s a good point. Do you spend the day with any other family members?”

“Nope. Dad and my sister are all I have left since Mom died.”

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