Chapter Twelve
“Oh, there you are,” Deborah said, wiping her hands on a tea towel and flicking her gaze between her daughter and Trent, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as she did so. “We were beginning to think you’d got lost.”
The two of them had put their loads down in the hallway before removing their outerwear and traipsing into the kitchen. Ginny shook her head, taking in the scene of domesticity before her—all the men were still working on their assigned tasks and the room was filled with the scent of cooking food and the sounds of chopping and slicing. “Not lost—but there was a bit of an avalanche situation. A load of snow slid off the shed roof and landed in front of the door. We had to clear a path to get out.” An involuntary shiver ran through her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he
