Chapter Ten
Harlow
Snow was falling softly outside, glittering in the lights cast across the back deck at Last Frontier Lodge. I took another sip of water, turning when I heard a voice calling my name.
“There you are,” Ivy said.
“Yup, right here.” I stood from the table, and Ivy threw her arms around me for a big hug. She was a major hugger.
I’d come down for Thanksgiving and the following weekend, at her behest. Her parents were staying at her and Owen’s place, so I was here at the ski lodge. It was simply beautiful, and somehow, it managed to feel both luxurious and almost like a home—if only because I knew most everyone who worked here through Ivy. The Hamilton family owned and managed the lodge, and they treated every employee like family.
Speaking of, Delia Hamilton came through
