Chapter 37

Before Nicholas was even aware of what she was doing, Caroline had bent down, scooped up some snow and successfully dropped the icy coldness down the front of his sweater, taking advantage of the fact that his gloveless hands were pushed into the pockets of his coat.

“Why, you little—!” Nicholas finally managed to free his hands to scoop up some snow of his own, pelting her with it before bending down to scoop up some more and throw that at her too.

What followed was a free-for-all of badly aimed snowballs on Caroline’s part and more accurate ones on Nicholas’. Both of them ended up splattered with damp snow and out of breath ten minutes or so later.

“Truce,” Nicholas raised freezing-cold hands, grinning broadly. “I can’t feel my fingers, they’re so cold!”

“Serves you right,” Caroline came back unsympathetically, her grin as wide as his.

“Admit it, Care, it was fun.”

“It was fun,” she acknowledged ruefully.

“Especially as you now look like t