Her snow pants still fit—always a good sign when she hadn’t worn them for a year at least. But then she had lost weight after the break-up with Jake. They wouldn’t have been her first choice, though, for an outfit to wear when getting back with him. She adjusted the suspenders and zipped up the front.

He was next to her. Their gazes met and that electric charge reignited between them.

“Jake,” she asked, “are you sure? Because I’m still a lawyer, and I will have to work sometimes, and there will be cancellations. Are you sure you want that?” She looked up at him, as she leaned against the closet door.

“I just want to be with you. I’ll take what time you have. I’m sorry that I broke us up. I regretted that, but I didn’t know how to repair it. I knew I needed to deal with my feelings about my dad. I talked to my dad about it, and that made me feel better. I talked with my mom about how life with my dad was always worth it, even when he had to work. I just had to ask you to take me back and try to convince you that I’ve learned my lesson and won’t do that again. And I understand—I mean, what if one of my major marketing projects had gone belly-up and I had to try to fix it immediately? It’s the type of careers that we have, and I wouldn’t want it another way, because we’re both passionate about our work.” He reached out to hold her hand.

“Oh, Jake.”

“I miss the way you make me laugh. I miss the way you surprise me—in silly ways or brilliant ways. I love the way your face lights up when you laugh. I love you, Audrey.” His voice took on a new urgency. “Are you willing to try again?”

“Yes. I love you so much.”

He enveloped her in a great big hug, and they just clung to each other for a moment. Then he kissed her, softly at first, making her feel like she was something precious that he didn’t want to break, and then more urgently. They fell back on the bed.

“I think we’ve been here before,” she joked. “Are you sure you want to go sledding? There are other fun things to do when you’re snowed in.”

He stroked her hair, and as he slid her snow pant suspender off her shoulder, she shivered.

But then he said, “We’ll definitely get to that. Sledding first.” He stood and pulled back on his snow pants. They walked up the stairs to the front door.

Jake asked, “Do you need to check in with work?”

“No.”

“It’s not every day a blizzard hits New York City.”