Epilogue
“Sorry we’re late,” Ty said as he and Shannon strolled into the Bedspread. He stomped the snow from his boots and shook it from his coat. “Looks like you all started the party without us, though.”
“Since you just arrived home a couple hours ago, I think we can forgive your tardiness,” Aelissm remarked, “but this is Northstar. You can’t expect us to hold up the start of a party for too long.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.” Ty glanced around the restaurant. “You and Pat have outdone yourselves this year.”
A bushy fir dominated the northwest corner of the room and looked like it had been decorated for a magazine shoot. Swags of pine and fir with festive red bows and shiny jingle bells graced the ornate Old West-style wall sconces on the eastern and western walls, and every
