Jennine was tailing Chi-Chi, interrogating her about Abeo. After months of being cordial, Chi-Chi finally told Jennine to find out for herself. She could no longer deal with the aftermath of her brother’s debauchery.

Victoria and Kyle truly looked like a happy couple, with Kyle managing any and all of Victoria’s needs, wants, and desires.

Ellie was pleased as punch when George Layton arrived to cheer on the happy couple. Ellie had no idea Tori worked for the man. Another twist of fate. George and his late wife were fixtures at the many fund-raisers she and Richard had attended years before. Now, with the two of them widowed, a new significance to their friendship could be found.

And then there was Luna, basking in the warmth and light of the love that surrounded all the people she loved, including the handsome Marshal Christopher Gaines, who stuck by her side like Velcro.

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Chapter One

Emily Nicole Ammerman took her first sip of celebratory champagne in honor of tonight’s big announcement. Standing at the top of the staircase, looking down at the main lodge, she observed the crowd below. People she’d known her entire life and those who were guests who’d spent many winters at her family’s ski lodge, so much so they were now considered close friends of the family, were all gathered for the evening’s festivities.

Though the Christmas holidays were just a few weeks away, Emily spied little touches throughout the lodge that would soon become a full-fledged, bona fide Christmas extravaganza. Candlelight glistened off the golden log walls her family had kept in top-notch condition for more than fifty years. During the holidays her mother always hired a team of local decorators to help her adorn the lodge as it took a couple of months to “do it up in style,” in her mother’s words. In all of Emily’s twenty-nine years, at least those she remembered, her mother never repeated the decor, minus the few exceptions of sentimental bits and bobs Emily had made as a child.

November was the true start of the ski season in Snowdrift Summit, though Mother Nature sometimes surprised them with an early snowfall, forcing them to speed up preparations for those who lived for the first blast of white powder. Being one of those herself, when Emily wasn’t giving ski lessons, her days on the mountain were heaven. It didn’t matter that she’d skied these slopes hundreds—no, thousands—of times. Each time she took the lift to the top of the mountain, a trickle of excitement shivered down her spine.