That one was courtesy of Lawrence. She was still yelping from the impact when Trent’s delivery took her full in the face, filling her mouth and blinding her in a thick white explosion. She spat and wiped her eyes clear, glaring at the pair of them, before her gaze settled on Trent. Scooping up snow she pursued her guy, screaming with mirth as she ran. He taunted as he fled from her, but cockiness was his undoing. He stumbled knee-deep in a drift and floundered in his attempts to right himself. “Bastard!” Jennifer laughed as she pelted him and then pushed him over while he was still off-balance. He grabbed hold of her parka and pulled her with him. Together they rolled down the slope in a white-powder flurry, till she straddled and pinned him. “Language, baby!” he chided. “What would Pastor Jenkins think?” “That you deserved it.” Her eyes dared him to fight back. A scream from Kimmie diverted her. The brunette had attempted a similar assault on Lawrence to that which Jennifer had perpetrated on Trent, but with manifestly less success.
