“Equally guilty parties.” I stand up and set her on the ground. “Let’s head back inside. Your fingers are turning blue.” “I’m okay.” A snowflake hangs on the tip of her nose, and she doesn’t look the least bit cold. “You still owe me a dance.” “We don’t have any music,” I say, and Lacey shrugs. “That’s okay. We can make our own music.” I take her hand in mine and pull her close. I wrap her in my arms to try to warm her up. She rests her head on my chest and we sway side to side. “Really, though,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m lucky to have you in my life, Lacey girl. Thank you for being my
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