Jack had given up on the fort, grabbed a few snowballs, and had suddenly ran behind her and the snowman. She’d been so focused on plotting a course she hadn’t seen him. He threw a few at her, some missing since his aim was awful.
“Love and war, hand in hand!” he declared.
She laughed, shrieking out when he copied her plans and tried to cover her head though a snowball managed to clip her on the shoulder instead.
“Oh yeah?” she cried, grabbing some snow and leaning up to gently smash it against his chest. “Take this!” She kept laughing, hoping to overpower him.
“Oh God that is cold!” Jack squeaked since, unlike Katelynn, he wasn’t wearing a jumper or a jacket. He was in a shirt and jeans. He shivered and backed away, patting at the cold snow clinging to his chest. “Eeeeeeeeeee..”
Jack Maple 