“Because I’m not overthinking it. I’m just going with it. Just like I did when I kissed you under the mistletoe.”
“Somehow I’m not surprised that wasn’t premeditated.”
“It wasn’t, but don’t think I didn’t contemplate it before.”
They’d reached the foot of the steps up to the covered deck of his cabin, and she turned abruptly to him with her eyes wide. He didn’t react, only continued up the stairs, opened his unlocked front door—how could she forget that no one in Northstar ever locked their doors?—and stepped aside so she could enter first. He strode into the small living room just to the left of the tiny entryway, knelt in front of the wood stove in the corner, and went about stoking the fire without giving any indication that he was going to explain his comment.
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