Eleven
Nearly twenty hours after the end of the wildly successful Halloween Costume Ball, Ryan still felt the glow of its magic. The long day of riding the snowy trails with Luke and his family had only enhanced it, and flirting with Luke in the kitchen as they cooked dinner together was the pinnacle of two incredible days.
He brushed past her, kissing her neck as he went by, and she shivered with the pleasant tingles that coursed up and down her spine. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she combined ricotta, Parmesan, egg, and parsley. When she finished with the cheese mixture, she stepped by him to put the bowl on the snack bar, but he took her free hand and spun her around like they were still dancing. He let her slip away toward the snack bar but didn’t let go of her hand
