Chapter 17

“Hey yourself.” I open the door wider, and Jenna ducks out under my arm. “Jen—”

“It’s snowing!” She races off the porch, without a coat or hat or gloves, only a thin pair of slippers on her feet, but she doesn’t seem to notice. On the sidewalk, she turns like a ballerina, staring up into the gloomy sky and watching the snow fall in the porch light. “Daddy, look!”

I step out onto the porch, shivering beneath my thermal shirt. When I wrap my arms around myself, I feel Dave’s warm hand rub the small of my back. “Jenna, come back here. You aren’t dressed for this weather.”

“I’ll get my coat!” She hurries up onto the porch again, dodging around me to get inside.

From the kitchen, my mother calls out, “Not right now, Beanie! We’re getting ready to eat.”

“Aww, Gramma!”

I hear the pout in my daughter’s voice and grin at Dave. “And that’s Jenna. She’d be much happier to meet you if she wasn’t so easily distracted by the snow.”