The sky over Snowfall Valley was painted in streaks of gray and blue as the evening settled in, but Holly barely noticed the beauty of it. She stood outside the lodge, the frigid air biting at her cheeks and nose, her hands stuffed deep into the pockets of her coat. The cold didn’t bother her—not when her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and heartbreak.
After her conversation with Emma, Holly had resolved to talk to Jack, to clear the air and find a way to bridge the growing chasm between them. She wasn’t ready to give up on what they had, not when she could still feel the spark between them. But as she walked through the town square toward the workshop, where she knew Jack was finishing his latest sculpture, her steps slowed. Doubts crept in, whispering questions she didn’t want
