Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Her mouth falls open. “Oh my God. It’s so warm.”
“Couldn’t have you freezing out here.” I settle down beside her. “Having portable battery tanks has been a game changer.”
She glances back at it and smiles. “Thank you. This is already perfect.”
As people start to crowd around the horses, I take that as my cue to leave. “You ready?”
She nods with enthusiasm as I guide the horses behind the gift shop and away from the people.
Once we’re on the trail, I hand her a thermos. “Hot cocoa. And be careful. It’s very hot.”
She unscrews the top with her gloved hand and steam rises from inside. “Mm. Smells amazing.”
Reaching down, I pick up and hand her the bottle of Irish liquor. “In case you’d like to add some spice.”
Her brow pops up. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Fallon pours several shots inside, then takes a sip. When she moans, I silently convince my cock to calm down.
“It’s the perfect temperature now.” She looks down at my thermos. “Want me to add some to yours?”
“Sure.”
Fallon pours it until the liquid touches the top.
“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” I tease.
“Would it be the worst thing to happen?”
“Considering I’m the only one of us who knows how to get us back to the barn…”
“Okay, you actually have a point there. I’ll trade you since I had a heavy hand.” She drinks mine and laughs.
Fallon's eyes trail over our surroundings, and she relaxes.
“Where are you taking me? To your murder cabin?” She snorts.
“Yep.” I laugh.
She bumps her body into mine but doesn’t pull away. I welcome the closeness.
“I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite spots to visit during the winter.”
“Oh, awesome.”
“Can’t wait for you to see it.” We climb up a hill, then race down the other side.
Fallon shivers, so I pull the blanket up higher around her shoulders and rest my arm around her. “For more warmth,” I whisper in a hushed tone.
“You’re my own personal human heater,” she says, and I give her a smirk, wishing that were still true. She hasn’t been in my bed since we crossed the line.
Fallon laughs, and I glance over at her.
“I just realized that the sleigh bells on the horses aren’t getting on my nerves. Usually they would.”
This comes out of left field but has me grinning. “Really? It no longer sounds like nails on a chalkboard?”
“Maybe I’m getting immune. I almost like it combined with the horses trotting along the snow,” she admits. “It’s kind of relaxing.”
“Color me shocked,” I taunt. “Next thing I know, you’ll be singing carols.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t hold your breath on that one.”
A cool breeze blows through the trees, and white powder kicks up in front of us. As we turn the corner, the scene is revealed, and Fallon gasps.
I bring the horses to a stop so she can take it in.
“It’s beautiful,” Fallon whispers, looking at the large frozen pond, snow covered hills, and massive evergreens dusted in white. We stay silent as we listen to the sounds of our breathing and the wind whistling through the trees.
She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
“Me neither.” But it’s not because of the landscape.
When she smiles at me, the happiness actually reaches her eyes. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?”
I search her face. “What?”
“Make a snow angel.”
I chuckle. “Then that’s what we have to do. Right now.”
Dasher hops down and runs through the snow, enjoying himself and I tie the horses to a nearby tree. I meet Fallon on her side of the sleigh and hold out my hand. She takes it, and nearly stumbles as she steps down, but I catch her.
“So there’s a trick to making the perfect one. You hold your hands out like this in a T, then you fall back just like this,” I say, doing it. “Then you move your arms like you’re doing jumping jacks. The trick is taking your time to stand so you don’t disturb it.”
Fallon chuckles as I make my creation, then I slowly stand.
“You were right! It is perfect,” she tells me.
“As if you doubted me,” I say, leading her over to some undisturbed snow. “We’ll do this one together.”
I take a step away from her, creating enough space so she’ll be able to move her arms and legs. “Ready?”
She nods.
“Three. Two. One,” I count down and we fall backward. Fallon giggles as she thrashes in it.
“It’s so cold!” She squeals, repeating what I told her to do, then we stand. “Look.”
“I think these are the two best damn snow angels I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs and nods while she takes a picture with her phone. After she snaps it, it slips from her grip. Fallon goes to retrieve it, but when she straightens back up, snow slams into me.