CHAPTER 20
Roaring fireplaces.
Sandy’s homemade cookies being pulled out of a piping-hot oven.
Electric blankets turned on high and piled on top of her.
Sunbathing on a Florida beach on vacation with her parents.
Hot. So hot.
Why was she wearing this coat? She had to get it off ...
“Kennedy!” She didn’t want to wake up. Not yet. What was Willow doing here, ruining her perfect dream?
Come to think of it, what was Willow doing here at all?
“Kennedy,” Willow snapped. She sounded mad. Kennedy should apologize. She hadn’t meant to lie down in the snow.
Where were those cookies? The blankets?
“Wake up right now, and hold this baby while I try to get a fire going.”
“There already is a fire,” Kennedy mumbled. If she could just remember where she put it ...
“Come on, Sleeping Beauty. S
