Chapter 20
The scent of cinnamon rolls and coffee mingled in the air as Melody sat at her own kitchen table, in her own house, looking out her own window at snowflakes cascading down from the sky and collecting in her own back yard. Her husband finished icing the warm, sticky pastries and brought her one, kissing her gently on the temple before sliding into the seat beside her. Soon enough, her son would be there, as would all three of his grandparents, plus his aunt and uncle, and she knew Michael would be ready to tear into the Christmas presents under the tree in the other room, but for now, she was glad to have a few more minutes alone with Reid. She thanked him and dug into her breakfast, which wasn’t half bad for coming out of a roll from the refrigerator.
“You still tired from all
