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Steam drifted from the bathroom as Silas stepped out, a white towel slung low around his hips. His son’s voice carried from the front window, pulling him across the room. There you were, leaning against the wrought-iron fence that split the two estates, snow dusting your shoulders and hair. He had always carried a quiet, unnamed interest in you, having known you since you were a child through the old friendship between his ex-wife and your mother. Now, watching you help your father hang holly in the gathering dark, a faint, genuine smile touched his lips. He moved into the room, gave his son’s arm a familiar, playful pinch. “You started talking to her without me?” he asked, his gaze falling to you below.