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coolly.
    She
gave a startled gasp as the sting of those words hit and for a brief second,
something like remorse flashed in his brown eyes. Then it was gone, the look of
frigid detachment back in place.
    “What
is your problem ?”
    “Right
now? You.”
    “I
don’t need this. I wanted to make peace, but you’re acting like a jerk, so good
riddance.”
    She
whirled toward the door, blinded by angry tears. She had forgotten the ice and
when she hit it, she slipped. Her feet shot out from under her and she sat down
hard on the concrete.
    They
stared at each other for a moment in stunned silence then Wade shrugged.
    “Shoulda
used the ice melt.”
    She
glared at him and scrambled to her feet. With as much poise as she could
muster, she walked out, leaving the door open. Maybe the freezing air would
give him pneumonia. He deserved it.
     
    April
slammed her way into the kitchen. Scott sat at the table, his computer open before
him and a plate of toast at his elbow. He gave her a long, speculative look.
    “What’s
up?”
    “Nothing,”
she said shortly.
    “Where
have you been?”
    “Outside.”
She yanked off her gloves and threw them toward the mudroom, but came up short.
With a growl of frustration, she stomped over to the gloves, snatched them up off
the floor, and hurled them through the doorway. Gloves, she realized, were not
very good for throwing in a fit of temper. They just flopped around and
offered no satisfying thud when they landed.
    “Why
are you so upset?” Scott asked.
    “I’m
just mad,” she stalked back to the kitchen and glared out the window toward the
horse barn. “He’s acting like such a … such a jerk ! I never thought he
would treat me that way. Ever.”
    Scott
gave a long sigh. “And here we are again, back to the ex-boyfriend,” he muttered.
    His
words made her pause. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t prepared to see
him again. Old history is coming up and it’s stuff I’d rather forget.”
    “There’s
more to it than that,” Scott said. “Ever since we got here you’ve been acting …
different. I can’t decide if it’s Christmas, the farm, the ex-boyfriend, or
maybe all three. But there’s something going on.”
    “No,
there’s not. It’s stress,” she bit her thumbnail. She couldn’t let Scott see
how much Wade had bothered her. It would raise questions she was not ready to
deal with. More tears sprang to her eyes and she blinked them back.
    “Come
here,” Scott held out his arms.
    She
sat on his knee and let him rub her back, but her mind was churning. An entire
week until her parents got home meant and entire week of Wade coming over
morning and night. How would she ever make it that long?

Chapter 5
    “We are entering
the gingerbread house contest,” April announced over lunch that day. She needed
a distraction.
    “Really?”
Emily squealed. She pestered every year to enter the contest, but no one else
was ever interested in helping her labor over a gingerbread house for hours.
    “Sure,”
April smiled at her excitement. “Let’s get the dishes cleared and we can start
planning.”
    Trevor
tried to pretend he was too cool for something as silly as a gingerbread house,
but after a while, his interest grew and it wasn’t long before he was hunched
over the kitchen counter with April and Emily, giving input. “We should get
some of those frosted shredded wheat things to make a thatched roof,” he
suggested.
    “Good
idea,” April wrote it on her shopping list.
    “Gumdrops,”
Emily added. “The good ones, not the yucky spice ones.”
    “Who
cares? You’re not supposed to eat them,” Trevor pointed out.
    “Non-yucky
gumdrops,” April winked at her younger sister before adding it to the list. She
turned to Ben, who was in his wheelchair nearby, busy with a therapy toy. “What
do you think Benny? Wanna help?”
    He
grinned.
    “Hey
Scott, how do you like my plan?” Emily held up her drawing. It was an enormous
castle with a moat,