Almost a Family
Chapter One
"Need a push?"
"Go for it."
He put all his weight into pushing them, skidding in his boots and tripping,
landing on his belly in the snow as Sara and Molly hurtled down the hill.
He watched, half laughing at himself, half at them when they hit a dip, got some
air and tumbled over and over in the snow, finally landing in a brilliant pouf
of white, unmoving.
His heart hit his throat as his face froze. Oh God. They weren't moving. "Mol?"
he shouted, leaping to his feet. "Sara?"
As that single second of panic passed, he realized a tumble like that couldn't
cause any real damage. Heading down the hill, he heard a giggle and a quick
"shhh" and knew they were up to something. Stealthily he bent, scooped up a mitt
of snow, and molded it in his glove. You're going to pay for that, she'd warned,
and he couldn't help the feral smile that curved his lips. If it was a fight she
was spoiling for, she'd get it.
"Ambush!" went up the cry! Molly sprang to life, leaping from her position,
hurling a snowball and hitting him square in the chest. "I'm not tugging her up
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