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He’d guessed as soon as she’d refused the wine, and he wasn’t as happy as she’d hoped he would be. Winter was usually her favourite season, but the snow was coming down so heavily now there was no way she could move the car. Awkward. Should she stay or walk?
Still undecided, she paced in front of the door, coat on. What should she do? He was not helping, simply sitting in the kitchen. A sound made her look his way. His frown had turned to a cheeky smile. Would she ever get used to his mischievous sense of humor?