Abby ushered her daughter into the warmth of the cabin, close to the fireplace, then replied, "Sounds perfect to me. Now, take off your coat and sit by the fireplace for a while. Mommy has work to do." She handed Josie her Barbie doll and went to explore the cabin.
Abby searched the cabin for anything that might bring a little holiday cheer. Other than warmth and safety, there was absolutely nothing to uplift the holiday spirit. No decorations. No nothing.
She returned to the living room with a heavy heart. Abby stared at her young child playing on the floor. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to herself.
A loud knock on the door shocked Abby into silence.
Who could that be? Fear gripped her spine. No one could possibly be out in this weather. Or could they? Surely criminals didn't knock, did they?
The loud pounding persisted. Abby cautiously made her way to the locked door. She turned to Josie and whispered, "Don't move." Then she turned back to the wooden door and demanded, "Who is it?" Her hands clutched the bottom of her gold sweater, twisting it nervously.
"Your neighbor," a deep masculine voice replied. "Open up, Abby, it's Noah Thomas."
Noah Thomas? My Noah Thomas? It couldn't be. She hadn't seen him in over eight years.
"Abby, open up. It's freezing out here!"
She jerked open the door and came face to face with a ghost from her past. Noah Thomas. The man she had once loved with all her heart. Her high school sweetheart.
"Noah?" Stunned, she stared at him blankly. "Is that really you?" Of course it is him, you idiot. Who else could look that sexy after all these years?