Chapter Twenty-Four
Harlow
Waking the following morning, early, as I usually did, I reluctantly slipped out of bed. I didn’t want to leave Max’s side, but it felt too intimate. I felt as if I were almost being hypnotized, stealthily tumbling headlong into l**t and love with him. And most certainly misunderstanding what he might feel for me in the process.
I managed to tiptoe out of the room without waking him. After a quick shower, I tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a soft fleece top and headed downstairs. I started coffee and walked to the windows to look outside into the wintry landscape.
It was still snowing, although it had slowed considerably. It looked as if we’d gotten a good two feet of snowfall since we’d come home last night. Even though I was fairly practical when it came
