Rebecca stomped her feet to get the blood flowing. She was dressed for the cold, but after spending all day on the ski slopes even her bone marrow was cold. “Let’s go in for a steaming hot cup of cocoa,” Chad suggested as he stowed their skis outside the mountain lodge. “I’m in the mood to celebrate.” “You mean celebrate our first time skiing together?” “No, while that’s been great, I’ve got something else to celebrate.” He straightened and took her gloved hand. It felt wonderful and natural to be at his side and crunching through the deep snowpack with him. “Oh, you have some news you haven’t shared with me.” She let him lead her toward a private spot near a grove of evergreens. “You received the best score on your term paper, right? Or did you get another article published?” “Neither. No, what I have to celebrate is something that means much more to me than that.”
