Читать книгу Her Baby's First Christmas - SUSAN MEIER, Susan Meier - Страница 2

She squealed with laughter, dipping to gather more snow.

But before she could straighten again he was in front of her, pummeling her with snow. She gasped and inhaled a mouthful of sparkling wet crystals. Unable to breathe, she squealed, “Stop!”

He laughed. “I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish.”

But, rather than concede defeat, she used his pause to bend again, scoop up a handful of snow and toss it directly into his face.

His expression was so incredulous that Elise roared with laughter.

“Oh, this is war now.”

Before she could bob down to gather more snow, Jared plowed toward her, catching her around the waist. He hit her with enough force that she lost her balance, and they both tumbled to the ground.

She managed one squeak on the way down, but when they landed with a thump—her in the blanket of soft white snow, him on top of her—her laughter stopped. The world around them hushed. The only sound was the rasp of their breathing.