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Old Love Hill would be all over him. But I’m not that woman anymore. Being a better person means I can’t seduce my boss.

Besides, Damon Bragg deserves a better woman. He deserves the best, which I am not.

Chapter 15

Motion activated cameras are hereby illegal in Winter Falls. No more spying on your neighbors. ~ Message from Peace on the Winter Falls Facebook page

Love Hill

“Skye,” I whisper as I shake her shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Me tired.”

“You can go back to sleep…” I wait until she turns over to continue. “Or you can get up and see the snow.”

“Snow? There’s snow?”

“You have to get out of bed to find out.”

“What’s going on?” Damon asks as he stumbles into Skye’s room.

He’s all rumpled with his hair sticking up and his face soft from sleep. Geez. I thought he was sexy before. But sleepy? He’s sexy smothered in chocolate sauce with a cherry on top.

Skye jumps out of bed and runs to him. “It’s snowing, Daddy. Snowing!”

He chuckles as he reaches down to lift her up. “It is? Are you sure?”

“Nanny Love said so.”

“Let’s go check, shall we?”

I hand him a blanket and he wraps his daughter up before carrying her down the stairs and out the front door onto the patio.

“It’s pretty,” Skye whispers.

The awe in her voice is totally worth being awake at three a.m. When I saw the forecast for snow before I went to bed last night, I set my alarm to wake me in the middle of the night just in case. Nothing can compare to viewing the first snow when it’s dark outside. It’s magical.

My dad used to wake me up every year with the first snow and we’d sit outside on the porch and drink hot cocoa while watching the snowflakes float in the air. I miss him. I miss him so much. My eyes itch and I blink fast to stop myself from bawling and ruining this beautiful moment with Skye.

“I wasn’t sure about living in Winter Falls,” Damon says. “But this? This makes the move worth it.”

“There’s nothing better than snow in Winter Falls.”

“Daddy, down! I want to touch it,” Skye insists.

Damon rubs his nose against hers. “You don’t have any shoes on, squirt.”

Before she can protest, he carries her into the front yard. Skye throws her arms out. “It’s cold and wet.”

“Can you catch a snowflake on your tongue?” I ask as I join them.

“How?”

I lift my chin and stick out my tongue. When I feel cold on my tongue, I shut my mouth. “Caught one.”

“Me next. Me next!”

Skye flies backward and Damon quickly switches his hold before he accidentally drops her. She sticks out her tongue but keeps her mouth closed.

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