Jack parked the snowmobile and knocked on the cabin door. When she opened the door, the warm light from inside the cabin was nothing to the light from her eyes.
“Merry Christmas!” He gave her a quick hug and walked in. They exchanged warm smiles and small talk about their days being fine, and then there was awkward silence.
“The candles look nice.” More smiles.
She said, “I lit a fire—flue open this time.”
“Good for you.” Jack grinned. “You look nice.” If “nice” meant “hot and I want to hold you against me.”
Her brow furrowed. “It’s just jeans and a sweater.”
“I know.” Jack inwardly groaned. At the rate he was going, he’d be monosyllabic before he’d finished stepping out of his boots. He hung his jacket on one of the hooks by the door and turned back to face Abbie. The cabin looked b
