‘The two Christmases I’ve had this year were both just about perfect.’ I dropped to a whisper. ‘Because I spent them with you.’
The smile burst into a grin. ‘Spend this Christmas with me and I promise you won’t hate that one either.’
Mack placed one of his hands either side of my face. They were freezing against my flushed cheeks, but when he lent closer and pressed his lips against mine, I really didn’t care.
‘Well?’
‘Yes, I’ll spend another Christmas with you.’
We were both grinning so hard now we could barely manage to kiss again. But, hey, where there was a will there was a way.
‘And the Christmas after that.’
‘Yes.’
Another kiss.
‘And the one after that?’
‘Yes.’
This time, I ducked my head back before he could kiss me. ‘Maybe we can continue this conversation inside, before we end up freezing to the bench and buried in snow?’
‘That’s a good idea. I’ve got a lot of Christmases I want to ask you about.’
I unlocked the cottage door, stamped the snow off my boots and shrugged out of my coat in the welcoming warmth. As I turned to face him, Mack wrapped me up in his arms, and I was home.
