Chapter Seven
Ginny and Landon had just passed into the gated-off area of the property when the snow began to fall.
Landon let out a groan. “Oh, shoot. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, huh?” He flashed Ginny a wry smile.
She smiled tightly back, resolutely ignoring the dimples, the glint in his warm, chocolate-brown eyes, the pinkness in his cheeks from the cold… “Mmm-hmm.”
He frowned a little at her noncommittal response, then seemed to dismiss it. “It sure is beautiful here, isn’t it? The landscape, the lake… you must love living here.”
“Oh,” she replied, shaking her head, “I don’t live here.”
“But you said your parents—”
“They do, I don’t.” She took a breath. “As I’m sure you’ve guessed from the accent, I’m British. From London. My parents are, too. They retir
