**Jax**
Piper and I were seated at a table in the swankiest - and most romantic - Italian restaurant in Lake Placid. We had an unobstructed view of the lake, which was covered in patches of ice. Snow covered mountains loomed in the distance. Soft candlelight flickered between us, casting an alluring glow across Piper's face, making her cheeks appear rosy and silky smooth.
"It's so beautiful here," she said wistfully, her gaze turned toward the lake. "Don't get me wrong. New Orleans has its own charms, but there's nothing quite like the peacefulness of a snow covered landscape."
"You should see it at Christmas with all the lights and decorations."
Sighing, she shifted her attention to me. "I bet it's magical."
I laughed. "That's one way to describe it." I took a sip of wine. "Did you have fun shopping today?"