Page 55 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“We haven’t had a white Christmas in a long time.” I stare up at the snow filled sky.

“No, we haven’t.”

We stand side by side in a bubble of peace.

I clear my throat. “So, tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.”

Iris smiles. “Okay.”

“And we’ll go to dinner beforehand.”

Her smile broadens. “On me.”

“No, definitely not.” I chuckle.

“You have to let me give you something in return.”

“You’ve invited me to come to the ballet with you, that’s more…”

Iris’s hand brushes up against mine. At first, I think it’s an accident, but then her palm slips into mine, and I realize it’s not.

Our fingers intertwine.

I steal a glance at her, afraid if I look she might disappear. Instead, I’m met with her warm smile. Zaps away all the cold.

White flakes pepper her blue hair and her long eyelashes.

She stands up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against my cheek. A gentle kiss out in the open for anyone to see.

“Merry Christmas, Trevor,” she whispers.

“Merry Christmas, Iris.”

Iris remains close to me, her hand in mine.

For a moment, it feels like nothing has changed. I can pretend we’re married and we’re sharing our first Christmas together as man and wife. We’re going to the ballet tomorrow. We’re in love. We never hurt each other.

I hold onto that Christmas magic the rest of the day.

10

IRIS

Nothing has changed.At least that’s what it feels like when Trevor shows up at my hotel with a bountiful bouquet of white and light blue flowers.

“This is too much. I’m leaving tomorrow, they’ll just–”

He forces the bunch into my arms. “Well, you’ll have them tonight. And then housekeeping can have them tomorrow and know that a very beautiful woman received more than deserved flowers.”

I shake my head, though I’m smiling. “Thank you, Trevor.” I place them on the table inside the door and grab my white stole. “Shall we go?”

“Let me get a good look at you first.” Trevor steps into the room.

My heart jerks, remembering the last time we were here together, we were tearing each other’s clothes off for a supposed hate fuck that turned into an overwhelming emotional release.

Trevor slides his hands into his pockets.

Under his gray wool coat, he’s chosen a very nice suit for the occasion anddammit, it fits him perfectly.

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