Julian stepped closer to her.

Francesca spoke softly, her voice almost lost in the moment. "The snow is coming down so heavily. Kingsward City never sees snow like this."

It had been too long since they’d last shared a conversation this unguarded. Julian felt a tenderness stir within him. "Kingsward City won’t see snow until the end of December. Give it a couple of weeks—by then, I’ll take you to the mountains to see the snow."

Francesca ...