There was already a soft, powdery layer on the ground, and the pure white silence enveloped her. She cupped her hands around her hot chocolate and leaned back in the rocking chair. The temperature was in the teens, but she was dressed warmly and couldn’t resist the quiet beauty. It wasn’t enough to look at it through the windows. This spot on the cabin’s screened-in porch was perfect. Jace and Andre had told her they’d clean up after dinner and had suggested she read by the fire, but the siren call of the snow had been too much. Growing up in Texas meant that the only snow she’d seen had been fleeting. And she hadn’t grown up with the money to go on winter vacations. So this was a luxury she wasn’t taking for granted. Plus, the bracing cold eased her nerves, making her feel more aware and alive. The guys had been so great earlier, when they’d found out about the possible pregnancy, that she should be relieved. And she was.
