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He looked into Savannah’s dancing eyes "What do you think? Should I drop her in that snowdrift over there?"

"No!" Hannah squealed "Put ood I proaze on Savannah’s "Your call"

"Hannah does keep her proain, that snoas really, really cold She needs to know that"

"I know it I know it," Hannah said "Really, Mom I swear"

Before he realized what she intended, Savannah scooped up a handful of snow and rubbed her daughter’s face with it, dribbling a fair amount inside the collar of his coat while she was at it Accident? he wondered Probably not

"Mo

Savannah clapped her gloved hands together to get rid of the excess snow and regarded Trace with a pleased expression "I think it’s okay to put her do"

He lowered Hannah to her feet and caught her grin "I hope you learned a lesson," he said, fighting to keep his own expression somber

"Oh, yes," she retorted just as seriously "I learned that myas the snow ht that, too What do you think we should do about it?"

"Hey," Savannah protested, backing up a step "Don’t you two even think about ganging up onat Hannah

She winked back, then giggled "Never," she agreed

Savannah looked froret this eventually, aren’t I?"

"Could be," Trace said He took a step closer, reached out and tucked a flyaway strand of hair back behind her ear "But you’ll never see it coaze locked with his, and suddenly the tables were turned The desire to kiss her, to taste her, slah force to rock hi, either

"We are never in a et this tree into the house," Trace said, eyeing the giant-size pine that Hannah had picked out "What about that one over there?" He pointed to a nice, round, five-foot-tall tree It was cute It washer head

"No," daughter and mother replied in an emphatic chorus