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“That we never met before.”
“Santa would say because of magic it had to be the right time and place.”
“That’s a great way of putting it.” Kit looked down. “Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“It seems like we’re moving fast, but slow, too. We both know when things are right for us. When you kissed me by the tree, I was more than ready.”
“Are you ready again?”
He nodded almost frantically.
I tilted his head back and we opened our mouths to each other.
11
Kit
Iwoke up, turning over with my hand out to seek Parker. The bed was empty.
This was the second night we’d slept together in his bed and only cuddled. I loved it. It made Parker the most special daddy in the whole world to me because by doing this, he showed me he liked being with me for me. He wanted to know the person I was.
I’d never had that. It made me feel all filled up inside.
I sat up. The curtains had been opened. Morning light shone through the big arch window. I stood up and went to look out.
I gasped. Every tree, distant field and house roof had turned silver. Overnight the land changed. It had snowed. I clapped my hands.
“Welcome winter.”
The bathroom door swung open, and Parker walked out, hair wet, wearing a thick red bathrobe. He looked very Santa-ish.
“You’re up.”
“Yes. Look, Daddy. It snowed.”
“I know. It’s beautiful.”
“I was going to let you sleep in. You looked so peaceful. But since you’re up now, do you want breakfast?”
“Yes, please. Can I use your shower?”
“Of course. Until vacation is over, it’s our shower.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you want a bath.”
I put my hand to my mouth because my smile was getting wider as I imagined him giving me a bubble bath, one of my favorite things. “I think baths are more for nighttime.”
“Agreed.” He walked over to me and ran his hands over my messy bed-hair. “You look cute this morning.”
“You do, too, Daddy.”
He leaned down and kissed me. It was gentle. Like a greeting and a promise all rolled into one. My body woke up all over. I grasped his upper arms and leaned into him.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
He took a small step back, his hand cupping my cheek, and said, “Hurry up with that shower. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
“I will!” I ran toward the bathroom door.
