Chapter Seventeen
SANDIE LED HER over to one of the recliners as he promised her he’d be right back with their hot chocolate. He had so looked forward to these moments in his dreams, and now that they were real, he cherished every time they were together.
Before he could turn away, however, she stopped him by softly calling out his name. As he turned to see what else she needed, he saw her walking toward him, a soft twinkle in her eyes. “I’m really not in the mood for hot chocolate,” she told him.
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure why she told him she was if it hadn’t been true. “Is there something else I can get for you? Warm milk? A glass of wine?”
She stopped when she stood just inches from him, her toes almost touching his, and reached out, placing her hands on his hips. “I actually don’t want
