Someone had invited Lyle on the Christmas Tree Hunt.
Of course, why wouldn’t they? No one had any idea he’d sort-of proposed to her, and that they were supposed to be pretending it had never happened, and that it would be a lot easier to do that if he wasn’t everywhere she turned.
Isabelle fastened the toggles on her parka and adjusted her wool cap so it covered her ears, then skied to join the group gathering on the snow-covered field in front of the lodge.
Kai was loading up a toboggan with a chainsaw, a hacksaw, and a giant urn of hot chocolate. Griffin was helping Serena with her ski poles; even though Izzy had been giving her lessons, she was still a newbie. Their new Great Dane puppy capered around them, nipping at the snow. They’d named him Rogue, Griffin’s old motocross nickname
