Page 61 of Frostbite
A soft smile stretched across her lips. “I hope so.”
She slid the picture back into her pocket and looked up at the glittering ridge in the distance, her thoughts drifting. “You know, when Rex said this was supposed to be a retreat, I didn’t think it would involve fake deaths, secret projects, and assassins.”
Jason chuckled, the sound warm against the cold air. “Yeah, not exactly Hallmark material.”
She tilted her head, lips curving. “I don’t know. There’s snow, a cozy lodge, and a lovable couple—the man dashing and the woman beautiful—who almost didn’t survive. But they did. That’s got Hallmark written all over it.”
He smiled and stepped closer, brushing a stray flake from her hair. “Guess all that’s missing is the ending.”
“You mean the happily ever after?” She rose on her toes and kissed him—soft, steady, the kind of kiss that made the world quiet again.
When she pulled back, the sun broke fully through the clouds, setting the snow ablaze in light.
And for the first time in years, Olive let herself believe that peace—even fleeting—was possible.
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