I bolted through the door of the cabin, tears streaming down my face. Not only did Wynn not feel the same attraction I did, I wasn’t going to get the big casino deal for the company. And to throw salt in my wounds, I wasn’t going to be able to cook my Christmas dinner either. I was stuck. The Mercedes was buried under the snow, and the nor’easter hadn’t slowed down a bit. If I could bury my head in the snow, I would. Even Henry wasn’t cheering me up as he curled up in my lap when I sank down into the couch. The thud at the door stopped my beating heart. Henry jumped down, pacing in front of the door with his tail wagging in the air. “Listen, you don’t need to explain.” I whipped the door open, knowing that Wynn was going to be standing there. “Merry Christmas!” Jenna and Macey busted through the door, backing me up to the fireplace. Their arms were filled with foil covered pans. I busted out in tears. “What? Did you think we were going to let you ride out this storm alone and on Christmas?”
