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singsonged as I ran past him and across the street. "Or should it be bawk bawk?" he shouted after me, barely able to get the words out because he was laughing so hard.
    I wasn't amused.
    Dashing up the front steps, I pulled open Bobby's front door, stepped in, and slammed it closed.
    My phone rang. Sometime during the ruckus, I must've hung up on Ana. I answered it with a terse, "I'm fine. I'll call you back," and snapped it closed.
    Bobby came out of the kitchen, all six feet of blondheaded hunkiness, took one look at me, marched over, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me for all I was worth.
    Which was quite a lot, it appeared.
    "Better?" he asked, pulling away. He tugged my hat off my head, shook the snow loose, and hung it on the door handle.
    No longer cold at all, I said, "Much."
    He looked out the window. Squinted. "Is that a turkey running down the street?"
    I nodded. "Keep looking. There's probably another one right behind it."
    He squinted some more. "Is that Kevin standing on your front porch, glaring in this direction?"
    I peeked, then nodded.
    "Long story?" he asked me.
    I nodded again.
    His blue eyes glistened with curiosity. "Do I need alcohol?"
    I nodded. "Any chance we can combine that with the bubble portion of tonight's agenda?"
    He kissed me again. "Every chance."

    I awoke to sun streaming in my bedroom windows, the bright glare blinding. Rolling over, I came face-to-face with BeBe, who licked me hello. Mrs. Krauss must have brought her over after the fray last night. Thankfully, Riley knew how to care for BeBe better than any of us. He'd been Kit's shadow for the past month.
    I bolted upright, suddenly wondering if he knew what had happened with Daisy. My guess was that he hadn't known yesterday afternoon when begging me to let Kevin stay, but that he probably knew now.
    "Need to go out?" I asked BeBe.
    Her tail thumped my feather bed, plumping it. I pulled on my robe, grabbed a pair of thermal socks, and followed her downstairs.
    Kevin was still asleep on the sofa bed, wrapped in a down comforter. His cheeks glowed a cozy pink. His short dark hair stood on end, and stubble covered his angular jaw.
    My first thought was how drop-dead gorgeous he was.
    My second speculated on how soon he could leave.
    Having him there wasn't good for my mental health, because I suspected a part of me would always love him and be attracted to him, no matter who else was in my life.
    Like Bobby.
    And that just wasn't fair. To any of us.
    "Good morning, c hérie ," my mother called from the kitchen. Fully dressed and perfectly coiffed, she sat at the island, sipping tea while reading today's paper. "What time did you get in?"
    "Late."
    Her eyebrows waggled. "Have fun?"
    I felt myself blushing.
    She laughed. "Good. You need some fun in your life."
    I peeked out the kitchen window, and my jaw dropped. Sunbeams danced across freshly fallen snow. I shaded my eyes against the bright light and noticed the plows hadn't been by yet.
    I was homebound until they showed up.
    "A foot," my mother cooed. She loved snow. "A new record! We'll have to make angels."
    I smiled and nodded. There was no age limit on enjoying a snow day. There was something magical about it, about snow angels, and snowmen, and hot cocoa and a roaring fire.
    BeBe's tail whumped the door frame leading into the laundry room.
    "I'll take her," my mother said, pulling on a pair of galoshes I kept near the back door.
    I pressed a button on the coffeepot, and it whirred to life. "Thanks. And be careful of wild turkeys."
    Wrapping a scarf around her head, protecting her ears, she laughed. "That's not something I hear every day."
    As my coffee percolated I crept back up the stairs and into Riley's room. He lay diagonally across the bed, his blankets pulled up under his chin. Looking remarkably like his dad, he slept peacefully. When he woke, he was going to be cranky that it was Saturday. There was nothing worse to a kid than having a snow day on a weekend.
    On my way