The morning of January 15th dawned crisp and clear in Evergreen Hollow, a rare break in the winter weather that felt like a good omen. Snow blanketed the ground like a pristine white carpet, and the sun peeked through the pines, casting a golden hue over the tree farm. Holly woke in Rowan's arms, her body still humming from the previous night's lovemaking—a slow, tender session on the living room floor after Lily went to bed, where he'd worshiped every inch of her with his mouth and hands ...