Frozen: A Winter Romance Anthology
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“We make an awesome team. Maybe we should keep it going?”
“Are you sure? I mean, you won't be sad that you're not going back to New York? Won't you miss having your paintings in the big galleries? I just don't want to be the reason for you giving up your dream...as much as I want you to stay here with me.”
“Thing is, I got a new dream now.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sam mused.
“Yeah. I'm thinking of becoming a businessman—joining up with this company, Ice Impressions. Ever heard of it? The CEO is a super hot lady, but I hear she's very taken.”
“Really?”
“Making that tree was the most amazing thing I've done as an artist in a long time. I think I could get into this ice sculpting thing.” Sam raised her eyebrows at him, and Jake quickly added, “Well, part-time, of course. I'll need some free time to teach painting classes at this amazing new folk art school. The headmistress is a fox. Also taken.”
“Is that all?” Sam asked with a laugh.
“Well, I'll still be painting for shows. You don't have to live in New York to have work there, and the Rigby Gallery is actually pretty impressive as luck would have it.” Jake let the Jeep roll to a stop in front of Sam's barn. Their tree stood, frozen and exquisite just as it had that fateful morning only a few days earlier.
“So school, paint, ice. Sounds like you've got it all mapped out,” Sam said as she stepped down from the Jeep. “I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you.”
Sam stepped toward the barn. Almost immediately, she lost her footing on the ice and started to slip. Jake laughed as he raced around the hood to steady her. “If I have my way, that's the last falling you'll ever have.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Sam launched herself into the arms of the man she loved, taking them both off their feet into the soft snow. She looked into Jake's perfect ice-blue eyes staring back at her, full of love and promise, and she knew she would never fall again.
THE END
About the Author
Bess Kingsley began her journey learning to write and fall in love as a young girl in Catskill, New York where her credits included two first-grade boyfriends, a love note scandal, and boxes full of stories. After graduating from college, she worked for several years as a medical writer and editor. Bess lives a few hours drive away from either mountains or the coast in North Carolina with her wonderful husband and children. When Bess isn’t writing or reading, you can find her drinking coffee, engaged in a tickle fight, or daydreaming about her next big idea. Falling on Ice is her first short story.
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