Momentary concern faded into a grin as Nathan recovered from his drink. "Well, if Songbird didn't happen to catch it, I'll bring my camera next time." There was still plenty of winter left, still time for snowball fights, snowmen, and forts.
And silly faces.
Savannah set her mug down a moment, balancing it carefully on an end table before she rose to her feet. "Almost forgot!" The small box on the mantle looked merely like a Christmas decoration until she slid it open. Turning around, she held out a candy cane.
"There," she said cheerfully. "Merry Christmas."
Although their seat in front of the fire treated them to the warmth of the crackling fire, Savannah had not been dressed for a snowball fight. Her jeans had been thoroughly soaked during the course of their adventure, and now they clung to her, icy and heavy.
"I'm not trying to move away from you," she told him as she settled down on the rug instead. Sitting down with her legs straightened before the fire, she leaned back slightly. The flames cast an orange glow on her face and seemed to lighten the color of her dark hair by a few shades. "I'm still trying to dry off. I'll scoot over if you want."