George lifted his head and eyed her as if he knew she was talking about him. A gust of wind blew outside, sending snow pelting against the windows. George turned toward the sound and bounced off of her lap. He hopped over for a drink from his water bowl and then leapt up onto the windowsill to stare outside at the swirling snow. The wind had picked up its pace since they came in, the snow following suit. Cam likely wouldn’t be heading to the lodge anytime soon. Ginger found it hard not to stare at him. Just being here in a room with him and the air felt alive, snapping with the electric current buzzing between them.
Restless, she stood up and walked to the refrigerator to look inside. “How about I make some dinner? I’m not a phenomenal cook like Delia, but I’ve been told I’m halfway decen
