A Trip to Remember by Meg Harding

was more than a little smitten himself. He did have one question, though. “Why’d you kiss me the first time?”
    “You really want to know?”
    “I really do.”
    “You’re very attractive, and you kept blushing. Seemed like the thing to do.” He smirked. “Maybe I wanted to see if you blushed anywhere else.”
    “That’s romantic,” laughed Colin. “Good to know.”
    Logan leaned in and kissed up his jawline to his mouth. “Can we eat now?” he asked, his lips moving against Colin’s.
    “I want pancakes,” said Colin.
     
     
    I T TURNS out that making snowmen in a blizzard wasn’t the smartest thing to do. For one, they wouldn’t stay upright. And two, Colin felt like he was frozen solid and would never thaw.
    “Can we please give up?” he asked Logan, who, crazy man that he was, was sprawled out, lying in the snow. His arms and legs were lazily moving. Colin was impressed they could move at all. He looked like the Michelin man, all bundled up. He had to have been twice his normal size at least.
    Colin really had to question this man and his Christmas traditions.
    “Yeah,” said Logan. “Help me up.”
    Getting a good grip on him—between the gloves and the parka—wasn’t an easy feat. He sank down into the snow as he pulled. Logan wasn’t any help at all. By the time Colin pulled him up, the falling snow had obliterated his snow angel.
    “That’s a shame,” said Logan. “I thought it was a good one.”
    Rolling his eyes, Colin hustled for the house. He too was bundled up enough to bear a closer resemblance to a ball than a human. He couldn’t cross his arms.
    They entered the house in a flurry of snow; Colin almost went flying as his boots slipped on the floor. Logan caught him at the last minute, shoving him back up with a push to his back.
    “Any other traditions I should know about?” asked Colin, slowly lowering himself to the floor to begin the process of shedding his many layers.
    “Just dinner,” said Logan. “We’ve done breakfast and playing in the snow. Can’t really do presents.”
    “I’m all for dinner.” He tugged on his shoe, but it wouldn’t come off. Logan moved to help him. He braced himself, and Logan pulled. When the boot came off, Logan went staggering back into the wall. They repeated the process with the second one. “If I could feel my lips, I’d kiss you.”
    Logan laughed, toeing off his own boots with no problem. “Why don’t you go get the hot tub going, and I’ll check on the turkey? That should give you enough time to thaw out.”
    “You’re going to spoil me,” said Colin, standing and shoving down his snow pants. “Pancakes, a hot tub, fancy Christmas dinner. If it weren’t for you trying to kill me with that snowman stuff I’d think we have a good thing going.”
    Logan kissed him, probably to shut him up. Colin’s lips were numb from the cold, but that didn’t stop him from making an eager noise and kissing back. When Logan touched his face, fingertips like ice, he jerked away. “S’cold,” he said. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
    “Go get warmed up,” said Logan, backing away. “I need to check the food before it burns and we don’t have anything.”
    The hot tub was attached to the pool, and it took Colin a couple of minutes to figure out how to turn it on. When the water started frothing, he looked downward as he contemplated sticking a toe in to test the temperature. He realized that he was fully dressed and without a bathing suit.
    He wasn’t opposed to getting in naked, but he was opposed to being embarrassed should Logan show up in a bathing suit. What to do….
    He got naked. Once the water was hot enough, of course. The froth concealed everything below waterline, but he didn’t think it was going to matter. He let his head roll back against the edge of the tub, and he groaned as the jets he’d sat in front of beat away at his back.
    “Don’t you look comfy.”
    He turned to look at Logan, who was fully