EpilogueA month later
“You’re certain you want to do this?” Glen asked.
Jamie looked up from his packing, nodding toward the cabin window. “There’s already a foot of snow and it’s still coming down. That’s more than enough to convince me to stop being stubborn about staying here and making it through the winter like some ancient pioneer.”
“You’re far from ancient,” Glen replied with a laugh. He had suggested the previous evening, somewhat tentatively for him, that it might be a good idea if Jamie spent the winter at his place where he wouldn’t stand the chance of being stranded by five feet or more of snow. “Don’t want you starving or freezing to death, which could happen no matter how well prepared you think you are.”
It had only taken a moment for Jamie to agree. Not because he was a
