Chapter 6
Perdita wrapped the edges of her cloak tightly about her body to keep it from showing around the base of the large tree she hid behind. Throwing a snowball at Vaughn had been far too great a temptation to resist. She liked to see him ruffled and caught off guard. He seemed more real and a little less like the rogue from a schoolgirl’s forbidden daydreams. Not that she minded that side of him, but she longed to see the real Vaughn, not the façade he showed to the rest of the world.
Once she’d thrown that snowball, she knew he would seek revenge, no doubt in a wicked way that would leave her breathless and shaky. So she’d turned tail and fled to make the chase much more rewarding for them both.
She should have chosen her white cloak rather than the red, but she had so loved the
