A Kiss In The Snow. Susan Mallery

shoulders. Dark hair and green eyes completed the appealing package. She held in a sigh. Maybe it wasn’t him at all. Maybe it was her.

      If only he hadn’t kissed her. Or if only he’d kissed her more.

      “Nancee?”

      “Huh?”

      “Did you want me to knock?”

      “What? Oh. No. It’s okay. I’ll get used to it.”

      He shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the back of the bar stool by the island. “Gladys said you would need some help delivering your cupcakes today. I thought I’d offer.”

      Seriously? After a night of Cheetos and vodka, that was her aunt’s takeaway? That Nancee should spend more time with Shep? Wasn’t avoiding him the best way to get over him? Not that she needed to get over anything. They hadn’t been a couple in years. She barely remembered anything about him.

      Okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but no one had to know. She could pretend to be over him, and that would be good enough.