Chapter 5
Presley grimaced. Standing in front of her on the sidewalk, wrapped in a horrible faded green lumberjack coat with a plain brown wool hat pulled down to his eyebrows, tiny curls of his dark hair escaping from underneath, was Hobie Brent.
He smiled as his recognition grew. As he smiled she saw the hint of dimples she hadn’t noticed before, and a glimpse of his more handsome older brother in his looks. A tiny shiver went through her and before she knew what was happening she found herself smiling back.
“Hobie,” she said.
The snow was an ever moving veil that made him seem like a mirage that would disappear in a few moments with the next gust of wind. In the grey light of the afternoon, his dark eyes shone warmly and Presley could not think of one thing to say. He glanced at Ron
