He checked out his fridge, finding nothing other than sandwich fillings. Shaking his head at his lack of organisation, he made a quick note for tomorrow. He’d run to the supermarket tomorrow with Rose. Grabbing some cheese, ham, and pickles from the leftovers, he made up several sandwiches and headed back up to bed. He found Rose curled up on the window seat watching the rain. “It’s still warm,” she said. “It’ll get cold soon. Winter will be here and snowfall, and you’ll be wishing for the warmth,” he said, promising her. “I doubt that. I’m a winter girl. I love being curled up in front of a fire.” “I love Christmas. I never put a tree up here, and I’ve always visited Laura and the kids on Christmas.” She took a sandwich from the pile. Peter saw her hesitate at his words. “I was thinking this year we could make our own traditions?”
