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     suit, though he made it look so much easier. He smiled smugly down at her. “Did I
     mention I grew up on a surf board?”
    “I didn't know there were oceans in Belarus.”
    He eyed her suspiciously. “What makes you think I'm from there?”
    “The kids said you told them you were born in the city where the Werewolf King once
     ruled. I assumed you were referring to Vseslav of Polotsk.”
    “Impressive. I was six when I moved to California, so Belarus was still part of the
     Soviet Union at that point.”
    “Well that explains it. All that California sun bleached your brain.” She laughed.
    “Ha, ha. Come on, let's see how good you are…unless you're chicken?” He challenged.
    She hesitated until he started flapping his arms and clucking. The children cheered
     louder. They'd even garnered attention from several of the picnickers, specifically
     Rafe, Joe, and Trace. God only knew who those yahoos were rooting for.
    Fine! She could do this. It was a nothing hill, but she was pretty sure this wasn't
     one of her brightest ideas. Best to just get it over and done with.
    She shifted her weight forward, and down the hill she went, picking up quite a bit
     of speed. She heard Kayne yell something, but she was too focused on trying to stay
     vertical. He had been right, it was nothing like snowboarding. It was more like a
     log roll.
    She only made it halfway down before she fell flat on her back. Hard. Knocking the wind out of her.
    She was vaguely aware of Kayne dropping to his knees beside her. “Oh, Christ. Baby, are you okay?”
    That was a very good question. If she could catch her breath, she might just be able
     to answer.
    “Are you hurt?”
    “I think...I'm okay,” she panted, and tried to sit up.
    He gently pushed her back down. “Lay there for a minute,” he urged. “I can’t believe
     you did something that fucking stupid!”
    Now he was shouting? He was the one that had dared her in the first place.
    “Sorry, guess I'm just not the surfer type,” she said dryly.
    “Jesus, I never meant for you to actually do it. I thought you'd have better sense
     than that. ” He threw his arm in the direction of the hill.
    Unbelievable! She flung a handful of snow at him.
    “Hey! What was that for?” he demanded.
    She lobbed more snow at him, too mad to respond. Stupid? Jackass! Jess picked up another handful of snow, but he caught her wrist.
    “Everything okay here?”  Jess heard Rafe ask from somewhere close behind.
    Kayne made the fatal mistake of looking toward their audience, and Jess took advantage
     by dumping a handful of snow down the neck of his jacket with her free hand.
    “Son of a bitch!” He reared back, giving her enough room to scramble free.
    Kayne stood up slowly, shaking the snow off of him. He was all lithe predator, and
     she'd just become his prey.
    She scooped up more snow and took aim.
    Kayne stood his ground. “You're asking for it,” he warned.
    She lobbed the snow at him and took off running.
    “Oh no you don't!” He chased after her, and she felt a snowball hit her in the ass. “Open season on Mama!” Kayne hollered.
    Oh no he didn't! That was uncalled for. But sure enough, the kids joined in and had Jess running for
     cover.
    “I'll make cookies for whoever joins my team.” Jess dashed behind a tree.
    “Hey, no fair!” When the kids turned on him, Kayne ducked behind the pillar of an empty ramada.
    Jess laughed. “All's fair in love and snowball fights!” It had been a long time since
     she'd played with the kids like this. Too long.
    “Fine. Anyone who joins me gets a movie next weekend.” Kayne upped the ante.
    Jess dodged the snowballs her children chucked at her. “Hey, no bribing my children
     against me.”
    “All's fair in snowball fights,” he mocked, laughing unrepentantly, and lobbed a fat
     snowball that struck her in the ass again.
    “Movie and pizza,” Jess countered when another snowball hit her from the other side.
     They had her