How could he do it! How could her father bring the guy who burned the church into their home for six months? Yeah, it was an accident and her dad’s a minister, but if he wanted to save this man’s soul why didn’t he go to the prison to do it? Spoiled and slightly judgmental, Rachel has almost as much to learn as their unwilling guest.
By the time they made it to the grocery store, snow covered the roads, and the car’s tires had started slipping a little. They bought their bread and milk and got home as fast as possible. After Clint parked his car, Rachel started to go inside, but Clint put his hand on her arm to detain her. “Look at it, Rachel. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Rachel turned her face toward the streetlight to better see the plump white flakes that fell silently to the earth. “Oh, yes.”
The night seemed so quiet. The snow muffled ordinary noise, and there wasn’t any traffic on the roads. And oh, those huge snowflakes looked like something from a wintry Christmas card as they floated lazily to earth, coating everything in a pristine white blanket.
Snowflakes glinted on Clint’s shoulders and in his hair. Rachel stepped closer to him and brushed them away. “You have snowflakes on your coat,” she muttered.
Another huge flake wafted through the air and stuck in his eyelashes. Rachel didn’t stop to think about it. She gently brushed the snowflake away, her heart pounding when she felt the warmth of his skin under her fingers. Her knees got kind of spongy when Clint took her hand and brought it to his lips.
Rachel’s blood roared in her ears as he slid his arms around her. She tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering shut. When his lips gently touched hers, Rachel reflexively clenched his shoulders.