Page 57 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

I pause.

Everything? No, he couldn’t possibly. Not because of the time we’ve spent apart but because…

Because I haven’t told him everything. Almost everything. Everything that really matters, save one big, untenable thing I’ve never told anyone in my new life. My life as a city girl with colorful hair and the silly personality.

Trevor signs the bill, a big swooping signature.

I like to watch the way the muscles in his hand flex elegantly. Hands that have held my own, that have wiped tears from my cheeks, that have pleasured me beyond compare.

Hands I wanted to hold the rest of my life.

Could I again? Is it possible?

Trevor checks his watch, his brows jumping. “Oh, shit, lost track of the time. Come on, we have to go.”

We are all blustering, running to the ballet, laughing.

I can’t keep up with him, and he ends up swooping me up off the ground and carrying me half the way.

I love him. I always will.

But can we go back?

We make it just in time for the lights to dim, our box giving us the perfect panoramic view of the stage.

Trevor pulls my chair back for me and whispers in my ear, “Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?”

“Many times.” I smile, glancing his way so our lips are in close proximity for just a moment before I sit down.

“It’s worth saying a million times.”

A hush falls over the audience as we settle into our seats, excitement crackling in the air.

The orchestra starts up with their overture, and my insides swell with anticipation.

I steal a glance at Trevor, although a steal turns into a linger because, of course, he’s staring right back at me.

He takes my hand and kisses it, eyes in mine.

The soft glow of the stage lights reflects on his face, and I can’t help but smile as something sparks between us.

Something like love.

It feels too good to be true, this night. The fact Trevor and I are able to put everything aside to enjoy each other.

Why pretend we don’t still have feelings, especially when ‘I love you’ was nearly exchanged the other night?

Christmas is an enchanting time, that’s for sure.

The curtain lifts to reveal the beautiful set, children dancing around a big Christmas tree.

“You think there are enough Hawthorn kids to have our own Nutcracker?” Trevor murmurs in my ear.

I hold in a laugh. “They’re not nearly so well coordinated.”

Trevor grins, grabs my hand, and pulls it into his lap. Again, a lingering gaze between us.

But it doesn’t take long for the ballet to capture our attention.

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