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live with someone again unless we're already married, so they can't back out when they realize what I'm all about."
    I climbed out of bed, pulled my housecoat on over my nightie, then got down on one knee in front of Jessica. "Marry me."
    She patted me on the head. "Come have some breakfast."
    "I'll be there in a sec." I headed down to the washroom to freshen up before eating. The room was quiet, with no sounds coming from Logan's side. My cat followed me in and supervised, as usual, looking curious about my toothpaste, then disgusted that I would willingly splash water onto my face.
    Out in the kitchen, the setup on the table looked as wonderful as it smelled. I took a moment to dish out Jeffrey's breakfast on his kitty plate, then sat down to enjoy the spread.
    My phone, which was in its usual charging spot by the front door, began to ring.
    Jessica jumped up and grabbed it for me. "I gave Marcy your number," she said, wincing as she handed the phone to me. "She wants to apologize for last night, and she wants to ask you something."
    "Ask me what?" I looked down at the phone in Jessica's hand like it was a ticking bomb, or a coffee cake made with broccoli.
    "She wouldn't tell me. It's probably something crazy. Marcy has been so paranoid lately."
    "Drama," I said with a groan as I reluctantly accepted the phone. As soon as it touched my hand, the phone stopped ringing. It didn't beep with a new message, though. Marcy hadn't wanted to talk bad enough to wait for voicemail.
    "She hung up? Probably for the best," Jessica said as she filled my coffee cup. "Who needs more drama in the new year? Not me. I slept great last night. How about you? Got any resolutions?"
    "Not really. How about you? Maybe we'll both get some ideas after this afternoon's meeting with…" I grabbed the card from my purse and read off the business card she'd given me the night before: " Vibrant and Vivacious, Voula Varga, Psychic Extraordinare."
    "What do you mean, we ? I'd love to meet with Voula again, but I've got a date with a half-frozen lake. I'm doing the Polar Bear Dip, same as I do every year."
    "Sounds fun," I lied.
    "So much fun," she said with a smile, oblivious to my sarcasm. "The cold water is amazing for your circulation and pores. My mother swears the Polar Bear Dip is basically a fountain of youth."
    Jessica's mother did have perfect skin, but I wasn't so easily swayed. I pulled my warm bathrobe tighter against the mere idea of plunging into the chilly waters at the foot of Misty Falls.
    The waterfall the town was named for had a rocky outcropping midway down that served as a perfect jumping-off point for locals. The drop from the ledge was about fifteen feet, and I'd jumped off plenty of times, both clothed and unclothed, but never in the middle of winter. It was the perfect location for the town's annual Polar Bear Dip because the moving waters kept ice from forming, unless the weather was extraordinarily cold.
    "It's my tenth year," Jessica said proudly. "I get my ten-time pin."
    "If I go and jump in ten times in a row, do I get a pin?"
    She pursed her lips in mock outrage and handed me a hot-from-the-oven cinnamon bun to go with my scrambled eggs and bacon.
    We ate our breakfast and gossiped about the previous evening's events. Marvin and Marcy had gotten drunk enough to stop bickering around the third bottle of wine, and the mood lightened once our friend Harper arrived with some other young twenty-something friends in tow, straight from another party.
    Marvin had heroically saved me from a hangover by drinking most of the wine, so the new year was off to a good start. I hoped my noon appointment with the psychic would bring more positive things into my life.
    I'd puzzled over what Voula Varga had said to me about my ex-fiancé, and had come up with a reasonable explanation. If she was a con artist, as Logan had suggested, she would have researched local residents with money. A quick internet search would reveal plenty of information