Epilogue
Max
Christmas, one year later
I looked across the room, watching as Harlow stepped through the archway into the restaurant at Last Frontier Lodge. Her glossy dark hair was loose, and she wore the same dress she’d been wearing the first time I saw her—a slip of cream silk that caressed her curves. It wasn’t quite suited for this weather, but she pointed out she didn’t have to go outside.
A full year had passed since our first Christmas together, and Harlow had insisted we celebrate Christmas here again this year. Seeing as I said yes to anything she asked of me, I was happy to go along. The holiday lights glittered around the restaurant. Through the windows circling the lodge, one of the many surrounding spruce trees was decorated with lights, twinkling in the darkness
