Chapter Thirteen
Dallas
“Cole, do you think I need to come down there?” I asked, running a hand through my hair and spinning to look out the dining room windows. Audrey had gone outside to gather some balsam fir to make a wreath. Her bright red coat stood out against the snow as she walked through the trees at the edge of the yard, gathering branches that had fallen to the ground. I laughed to myself. Of course she wouldn't cut the branches. That wasn't her style.
Cole interrupted my train of thought. That’s how easily distracted I was with Audrey. I prided myself on staying focused, and all it took was a gap between sentences and my mind spun to her like a weather vane in the wind.
“You don't have to come down, but it would probably help if you did,” Cole replied. “We’ll have him here
