angry. But he wasnâ€™t angry now and Kathryn pulled in a deep breath as she found
herself drawn into Georgeâ€™s deep brown eyes and matched their intensity.
softly in the cold blanket of white. George relinquished his snowball, followed
her into the snow, and held himself above her while he shook cold, white
crystals from his knit hat over her face.
he was still teasing.
brought out the tease in her.
moving on to her mouth. Her lips parted of their own accord and George leaned
pushed him against Kathryn. â€œIâ€™m sorry. Are you hurt?â€ he asked in her ear,
barely above a whisper.
fairly certain she heard him say, â€œLater,â€ before he turned and pretended to
attack his assailants.