“The wind’s really strong… do you want to take the car?”

Hope Newton hadn’t realized how long Easton had been holding her. She only felt a comforting warmth spreading through her body, erasing the chill. Her lips still tingled with the heat of his kiss.

It wasn’t until Easton mentioned the wind that she noticed his hair had been tousled.

Since they’d arrived at the lake, he had quietly stood against the wind, shielding her from the cold.

Hope’s chest felt even warmer.

She wasn’t in any rush to inspect the entire estate anyway; in the dead of winter, there wasn’t much to see.

“Sure. Let’s take the car,” she...