Page 19 of Mistletoe Cowboy
“They always do.” I tilt her chin up, kiss her slow, unhurried. “But this time, we’ll face them together.”
Snow starts falling again—gentle this time, soft as forgiveness.
“Good thing we got the new stove for the calving barn,” I say, staring up into the thickening swirl.
“Couldn’t have been better timing,” she says, grinning. “Though still not as good as the night you came home.”
Her words warm a place in my heart reserved only for her. My mouth dips, brushing hers again. Comfortable, safe, allowed—because we refuse to accept any less.
Behind us, the mountains catch the afternoon light, and the fence line gleams like spun silver.
Some things break.
Some things bend.
And some—like Sage and me—hold fast, no matter the weather.
Love like ours doesn’t just survive the storm. It’s the fire that warms what’s left behind.
And this time, I’m never letting go.
The storm’s over,but the fire between Sage and Silas isn’t.
When Christmas morning dawns on Alpha Ridge Creek, the grumpy cowboy has one last surprise waiting under the mistletoe…
