Page 47 of Enraptured

“True. I love him so much.”

“I have some cash and a credit card for household expenditures. I’ll see what I can do about your gifts.”

“Thank you.” I reply stealing another biscuit and heading out.

“Where are you going? He told me you are forbidden to ride that horse.”

“Oh. I’m not going to the barn. I’m going to make a snowman.”

She shakes her head. “Wait.” Opening the fridge, she hands me a carrot then motions me to follow her to the mudroom where she hands me a scarf and an old hat. “These are my husband’s. He’ll get a kick out of it. I’ll take pictures.”

Smiling, I take everything from her and then pull on my heavy boots. Christos made sure I had warm winter clothes that I could wear outside. He knows I need to be out in nature. Sometimes, we walk together in the woods. It’d be nice to have a few dogs to go with us. “Mrs. Fitz!”

“Yes?”

“Can you add a puppy to his Christmas list?”

She walks back into the mudroom with her hands on her hips. “No. I’m done picking up shit and cleaning piss.”

“I’d do it.”

“He wouldn’t let you.”

“Fine. Maybe next year.”

With a hop in my step I open the door, gazing up in wonder at the fluffy flakes that land on my face.

Laughing, I spin in circles, throwing my arms wide. Who knew having your life stolen would reap such rewards?

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