Cal

One year later

"They're calling for another blizzard tonight," I tell Noelle as I walk into the lobby of The Gingerbread House.

She giggles, waggling her eyebrows toward me. "Maybe there'll be one and we can stay in the same cabin we did last year."

I walk closer to her. "Maybe we should make it a yearly tradition."

She's holding our daughter on her hip, an impish grin on her face. "Maybe I could make that happen."

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