The days moved on slowly and the Boston days got colder, the nights became bitterly cold. Willow who was used to sleeping with Knox had a hard time sleeping by herself. Willow couldn’t stay warm no matter how many blankets she wrapped herself in. She was used to cuddling up to a male body in the night.
The snow started to fall and Willow watched from her window with a sad smile on her face and a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. The Christmas season normally was her favorite time of year, but this one was going to be one full of transition. She just hoped to weather it better than her neighbors whose car was currently crashed against their garbage cans. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched the older man curse and stomp around in anger.
Tate’s book was released the day after Thanks
