**Jax**

Piper and I were seated at a table in the swankiest - and most romantic - Italian restaurant in Lake Placid. We had an unobstructed view of the lake, which was covered in patches of ice. Snow covered mountains loomed in the distance. Soft candlelight flickered between us, casting an alluring glow across Piper's face, making her cheeks appear rosy and silky smooth.

"It's so beautiful here," she said wistfully, her gaze turned toward the lake. "Don't get me ...