CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
“Is it me?” Emily said, rolling over in bed to face Daniel. “Or does it feel like it might snow today?”
Daniel tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled. “You might be right.” He kissed her lightly. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving,” she replied.
“Shame we can’t have a long lie-in,” Daniel teased. “Since you invited the whole town to dinner.”
“I wanted Chantelle to be surrounded by love,” Emily laughed in response.
She got out of bed, feeling the chill in the air, and looked out the long lace curtains covering the French doors that led to the balcony. No snow yet, but the sky had that fluffy gray kind of cloud cover that seemed to hint at it.
“What’s the time?” Daniel murmured from the bed.
“Six,” Emily replied. “Sorry for waking you so ear
