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“About an hour. I decided to walk across the street and let you sleep, since we’re going to have a busy day today.”

“I guess with the lack of snow, skiing’s out.” Hannah had been hoping to avoid it. She was not a fan of snow or high moving chairs with no safety belts.

“I wouldn’t want to even if there was. I thought we’d give those tickets to the front desk and we’d go for a drive around the lake, explore. Whatever floats your boat.”

“But what about you? What do you want to do?”

Blake tucked her hair behind her ear. “I want to make you happy.”

“Well, you get a gold star in that so far.”

“Good. Now eat your breakfast and get dressed. I’ll go turn in the tickets.”

Hannah took a sip of her latte and sighed. So far the weekend was almost perfect.

Only one thing would make it better, but Hannah wasn’t holding her breath.

She could be patient. Eventually, Blake was going to admit that he loved her.

She was sure of it.

BLAKE PARKED IN front of a line of old shops, coming around to get Hannah’s door. He took her hand in his, and they walked up to the first little store, a souvenir shop that made Blake want to run the other way. He really hated shopping.

But Hannah had wanted to explore the little lakeside town, so he’d figured he could handle a few hours of hopping from shop to shop.

Hannah grabbed the doorknob with her free hand and went inside. The first thing she picked up was a big floppy orange sun hat, and she set it on her head.

“What do you think?”

“Not a fan.”

Hannah laughed and kept walking. Blake trailed behind, eyeing all the junk on the shelves.

“Oh, check this out!” Hannah held out a little license plate with his name on it.

“What am I going to use that for? It won’t fit on my car.”

Hannah huffed and continued on. When she stopped at the end of the aisle, she held up her hand. “Stop. Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“I’m going to buy you something, and I want it to be a surprise.”

Blake walked out of the store and waited, leaning against the wall and thinking that he’d rather be hiking.

When Hannah came out of the little store, she held out a bag to him with a grin.

“For your car.”

Blake stuck his hand into the bag and pulled out a bloodhound figurine with a head that bobbed when you moved it.

“I know it doesn’t look like Charge exactly, but I thought it would make your car just a little bit cooler.”

Blake thought it was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen, but the joy in Hannah’s face made him hold his tongue.

Wrapping his arm around her neck, he brought her closer for a kiss. “I love it.”

“You do?”