Seven
Shannon intentionally arrived at the Ramshorn’s lodge half an hour before she’d told Chris to meet her there in case he had the idea to swing by her cabin to ride with her. She needed to make it very clear that this was not a date. Of course, her early arrival would give her far too much time to overthink everything she planned to say.
The jingle of the bell on the door as she stepped inside the lodge needled her already hypersensitive nerves, but as her eyes adjusted from the bright outdoors to the dim interior, that minor torment ebbed. Fake pine garlands studded with clear mini lights and accented with festive red satin bows were draped around the room and added a healthy touch of holiday cheer, as did the crackling fire in the hearth, the elegant Christmas tree in the far corne
