Epilogue
Sophia stood by the kitchen windows at the farmhouse. She held a steaming mug of coffee cupped in her palms and looked out over the field outside. Snow fell softly, the first snow of the season even though it was still early autumn. In the mountains, it could snow even in the summer at high elevations, usually nothing more than a dusting though. At the sound of footsteps, she turned away from the window. Daniel entered the kitchen, and her breath caught in her throat. He wore jeans, which hung low on his hips, and nothing else. His muscled chest and abdomen were mouth-watering as always. His gaze catching hers, he ran a hand through his tousled dark hair. He came to her side and slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her close.
“Morning,” he said.
He slowly lifted the coff
