Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
The snow had started to fall again by the time we stepped outside, soft flakes drifting in slow spirals through the light.
Brianna walked beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm, the silver-blue shimmer of her dress catching every flicker of lantern glow as if she carried her own constellation with her.
She was quiet, but it wasn’t the strained silence from earlier in the week. This one felt… thoughtful. As though she was sifting through memories and emotions she hadn’t touched in a long time. I didn’t disturb it. I just kept pace with her, matching my steps to hers.
We reached the corner of the town hall where the music softened to a faint hum behind the stone walls. It was quieter here, tucked between the building and the line of snow-covered pines. She drew in a deep breath; the kind people take when they’re trying to steady something inside themselves.
“You all right?” I asked gently.
She nodded, though there was a flicker in her eyes, a shadow of something old, something heavy. “Just needed a moment. It’s… a lot.”
She didn’t need to explain. This night, this place, this season, they were stitched with memories for her. Some bright, some painful.
“I’m glad you invited me,” I said.
A tiny smile appeared. “You invited me first.”
“Only by a few hours,” I replied softly.
Her cheeks warmed, catching the glow from the hall windows. She stepped away from me just a little, brushing her hand along the frost-coated stone ledge. Snowflakes clung to her hair, her lashes, the delicate slope of her shoulders. She looked almost unreal.
But there was a fragility there too, like one unexpected word could unravel her.
“You’re thinking about her,” I said quietly. “Your grandmother.”
The way she glanced at me, surprised I understood, hit me right in the chest.
“It’s silly,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be sad on a night like this.”
“It’s not silly,” I said. “Grief doesn’t care about good timing.”
Something softened in her expression. Something weary and grateful and vulnerable.
“My gran used to bring me here every year,” she said.
“We’d decorate together. She’d sneak me pieces of shortbread when she thought no one was looking.
” Her fingers drifted absently across the stone, as though tracing a memory.
“She’d have loved tonight. She’d have loved seeing the town like this.
Seeing me here.” She hesitated, “With someone.”
I didn’t respond right away. I just watched her. The way her breath clouded in front of her, the way her shoulders lifted then fell with quiet restraint.
“I think she’d be proud of you,” I said softly. “And I think she’d be glad you didn’t stay home tonight.”
Her eyes flicked to mine again. Warmer this time.
Open in a way she wasn’t usually with me, like she’d let me peek behind the guard she always held so tightly.
A few notes of music drifted outside. Laughter too.
Pine Hollow was alive tonight, glowing with more warmth than a town this cold should be capable of.
“Should we go back in?” I asked.
“In a minute,” she murmured.
We stood like that for a while, close but not touching, the kind of closeness that hummed with awareness rather than comfort. The snow kept falling, soft and steady. The world felt small and strangely intimate, tucked in a pocket of winter quiet. And in that quiet, something inside me shifted.
It wasn’t sudden, or shocking, or inconveniently dramatic. It was subtle. A gentle, undeniable turning. The recognition that the woman beside me mattered in ways I hadn’t intended, and in ways I couldn’t easily pull back from now.
Whatever this was between us, it was becoming real. Not because of the ball, not because of the dress or the lights or the snow. But because she trusted me with a part of herself, she didn’t share often.
I cleared my throat lightly, grounding myself. “The mayor might send a search party if we stay out here too long.”
She smiled, soft and genuine. “Then we’d better save him the trouble.”
When she slipped her hand back into the crook of my arm, it felt natural.
Warm even. It settled something unsteady inside me and unsettled something else entirely.
As we entered the hall, the music swelled, a lilting, romantic track that had couples turning toward the dance floor.
The golden lights overhead cast a soft glow across her hair, her dress, her entire presence.
People watched us again. Whispered again, and some smiled knowingly again.
But she held onto me, and I held onto her.
Walking by her side into that shimmering room felt less like stepping into a ball and more like stepping into something I wasn’t ready for but couldn’t seem to stay away from either.
The warmth of the hall wrapped around us the moment we stepped inside.
The music swelled again, and couples drifted toward the dance floor, skirts swirling and shoes tapping lightly against the polished wood.
Brianna’s grip on my arm tightened just a fraction as she surveyed the crowd, not from fear, just… awareness.
“Oliver!” a voice boomed from somewhere behind us.
I turned to see a broad-shouldered man with a thick grey beard and rosy cheeks weaving his way through the people.
His heavy boots thudded against the floor, I didn’t recognise him and he didn’t seem to even notice.
Thankfully, behind him was the same man who’d rescued me from the roadside disaster that had stranded me here in the first place.
“Evenin’, lad!” he said, clapping a hand to my shoulder with enough force to rock me forward. “I was hopin’ to catch ye here!”
Brianna blinked up at him, startled but smiling.
“Everything all right?” I asked, already bracing for something unexpected.
“Aye, aye, no trouble at all,” he said cheerfully. “Just been tryin’ to get ahold of ye. Rang the hotel twice today! Must’ve missed me calls.”
My stomach tightened. “I — didn’t hear.”
He nodded, still beaming. “We finished workin’ on that rental of yours. Good as new! Ready whenever ye need it, once the roads open properly. Should be in the next day or so if the weather behaves.”
Beside me, Brianna’s posture shifted, the slightest stiffening. Not obvious, but enough that I felt it. Enough that my chest tightened.
“Thank you,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I appreciate the update; I will be round tomorrow to pay you.”
“Course, course!” He gave Brianna a friendly nod. “And you’ve got him lookin’ sharp tonight, lass.”
Brianna flushed. “I… didn’t do anything.”
“No need to be modest,” he chuckled. “You two make a good pair.” With that, he vanished back into the crowd, humming along to the music.
And just like that, the warmth of the moment dimmed.
Not gone, a small shadow seemed to cast over it, because the reminder hit like a cold gust. My car was ready, the weather would eventually clear, flights would resume.
And Pine Hollow, this snow-glittered world, these quiet moments, this impossible closeness with her, would fade into something I’d look back on instead of living inside.
I exhaled, steadying myself.
Brianna was still beside me, still holding my arm lightly, but her gaze had dropped to the floorboards, her expression unreadable. The awareness hung between us.
“You’ll be leaving soon then,” she said softly.
“I don’t know exactly when,” I replied honestly. “But yes. When the flights resume.”
She nodded once. A small, polite movement, but the emotion beneath it was anything but small.
Before I could speak again, before I could reassure her of something I wasn’t even sure I should promise, a burst of laughter carried across the hall, and Mrs. McAvoy of the knitting club materialised out of thin air, grabbing Brianna’s free hand with unencumbered delight.
“There ye are! Haven’t we the loveliest pair in the room tonight?” she declared before Brianna could respond. “Come meet the Callaghans’ new wee baby–she’s wearin’ a Christmas bow!”
Brianna blinked, startled. “Oh — I—”
Mrs. McAvoy did not wait. She pulled Brianna toward the other end of the hall with the chaotic determination of someone who had absolutely no respect for personal boundaries. Brianna shot me a helpless little look over her shoulder. I couldn’t help the smile that slipped across my face.
“Go on,” I said. “I’ll be right here.”
She let herself be dragged away, the shimmer of her dress catching the lights as she disappeared into the crowd of laughing townsfolk and warm embraces. But the empty space she left beside me felt immediate. And cold.
My car was fixed. The flights would resume. Life would continue.
But as I watched her laugh with her townsfolk, cheeks glowing, shoulders unstiffened, her entire presence softened in a way I hadn’t seen before, one thing settled in my chest with quiet certainty: Leaving Pine Hollow wasn’t going to be simple. And leaving her might not be possible at all.