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her, and she yelped and scrambled away. Before she could do anything else, a snowball hit her square in the chest. She glanced down at it, confused for a second before realizing what he’d done.
“Oh, it is so on!” She stooped to gather her own snowball, so jazzed at the thrill running through her she almost couldn’t contain it. Hell, who was she kidding? There was no containing the excited joy permeating every inch of her. She giggled like a goon and let her snowball fly.
It hit Nash right in the butt as he bent over to gather more snow.
He spun around. “Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy.” He lobbed one at her that she easily ducked.
She blinked at him, feigning confusion. “Being nice? Is that what you call it out there in Hickville when you can’t hit the broad side of a barn? Come on, Hazel, you can do better than that.”
He squinted at her, taking aim, and chucked another one. It grazed her shin.
“Really? That looked like something my niece would throw, and she’s only a month old.”
He gasped in mock outrage. “Are you saying I throw like a girl?”
“Of course not. If you threw like a girl you’d actually be hitting something.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one, Cookie.”
He pelted her with another snowball, but she had two more ready to lob back. Nash grabbed Clyde and used him as a shield, deflecting everything she tossed at him.
“No fair! You can’t hide behind Clyde.”
He ducked behind the ugly brown case as she chucked another one and then popped up grinning. “Why not? There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t.”
“What rules?”
“Exactly.”
He briefly lowered Clyde, just long enough to toss another ball in her direction, and then ducked back to safety.
Iris looked at a spot behind him and sucked in a startled breath. “Oh my God, what is that?”
Nash lowered Clyde and turned to look. “What?”
The snowball Iris threw hit him square in the head, showering him with powdered snow.
“I can’t believe you fell for that!” She giggled and then shrieked as he dropped Clyde and charged her, his face alight with laughter and the desire for revenge.
She tried to run, but the snow was too deep and she was laughing too hard, and truthfully she didn’t really have any desire to escape. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.
She squealed and halfheartedly squirmed, trying-but-not-trying to get away. Until he dropped a handful of snow down the back of her shirt. She shrieked, laughing, and kicked in earnest, trying to dislodge the ice that trickled its way down her spine.
Her heel connected with his shin and he set her down with a grunt of pain and an amused, predatory look in his eye.
She backed away from him, shivering a little at the ice water still trickling down her back, and held up her hands in surrender. “Truce?”
He watched her with narrowed, wary eyes and then finally dropped his snowball. “Okay, truce.” Then he grinned. “So, do you want to build a snowman?”
Iris snorted. “Ha! Sure. But you keep those freezing cold hands of yours where I can see them.”
“If you insist.”
…
They got to work rolling the bottom section of their snowman, slipping and laughing as they tried to pack the snow into a semi-round ball. If anyone had told Nash earlier that morning that he’d be spending the night making a snowman in a park in the middle of Chicago with a beautiful goofball of a woman, he’d never have believed them. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done something like this. He was actually enjoying himself. Pretty sad that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that, either.
“Whatcha thinking over there?” Iris asked.
He blinked at her, not realizing he’d been silent a little too long. For a second, he thought about lying and saying he’d been thinking about some ranch issue, but she seemed genuinely interested. And for once, he wasn’t afraid to be judged for something
“Oh, it is so on!” She stooped to gather her own snowball, so jazzed at the thrill running through her she almost couldn’t contain it. Hell, who was she kidding? There was no containing the excited joy permeating every inch of her. She giggled like a goon and let her snowball fly.
It hit Nash right in the butt as he bent over to gather more snow.
He spun around. “Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy.” He lobbed one at her that she easily ducked.
She blinked at him, feigning confusion. “Being nice? Is that what you call it out there in Hickville when you can’t hit the broad side of a barn? Come on, Hazel, you can do better than that.”
He squinted at her, taking aim, and chucked another one. It grazed her shin.
“Really? That looked like something my niece would throw, and she’s only a month old.”
He gasped in mock outrage. “Are you saying I throw like a girl?”
“Of course not. If you threw like a girl you’d actually be hitting something.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one, Cookie.”
He pelted her with another snowball, but she had two more ready to lob back. Nash grabbed Clyde and used him as a shield, deflecting everything she tossed at him.
“No fair! You can’t hide behind Clyde.”
He ducked behind the ugly brown case as she chucked another one and then popped up grinning. “Why not? There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t.”
“What rules?”
“Exactly.”
He briefly lowered Clyde, just long enough to toss another ball in her direction, and then ducked back to safety.
Iris looked at a spot behind him and sucked in a startled breath. “Oh my God, what is that?”
Nash lowered Clyde and turned to look. “What?”
The snowball Iris threw hit him square in the head, showering him with powdered snow.
“I can’t believe you fell for that!” She giggled and then shrieked as he dropped Clyde and charged her, his face alight with laughter and the desire for revenge.
She tried to run, but the snow was too deep and she was laughing too hard, and truthfully she didn’t really have any desire to escape. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.
She squealed and halfheartedly squirmed, trying-but-not-trying to get away. Until he dropped a handful of snow down the back of her shirt. She shrieked, laughing, and kicked in earnest, trying to dislodge the ice that trickled its way down her spine.
Her heel connected with his shin and he set her down with a grunt of pain and an amused, predatory look in his eye.
She backed away from him, shivering a little at the ice water still trickling down her back, and held up her hands in surrender. “Truce?”
He watched her with narrowed, wary eyes and then finally dropped his snowball. “Okay, truce.” Then he grinned. “So, do you want to build a snowman?”
Iris snorted. “Ha! Sure. But you keep those freezing cold hands of yours where I can see them.”
“If you insist.”
…
They got to work rolling the bottom section of their snowman, slipping and laughing as they tried to pack the snow into a semi-round ball. If anyone had told Nash earlier that morning that he’d be spending the night making a snowman in a park in the middle of Chicago with a beautiful goofball of a woman, he’d never have believed them. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done something like this. He was actually enjoying himself. Pretty sad that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that, either.
“Whatcha thinking over there?” Iris asked.
He blinked at her, not realizing he’d been silent a little too long. For a second, he thought about lying and saying he’d been thinking about some ranch issue, but she seemed genuinely interested. And for once, he wasn’t afraid to be judged for something
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