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space between us like our own private Fourth of July celebration.
    Our lips touched. Our breaths mingled. Tears of relief and joy ran down my cheeks and he brushed them away with his fingertips. We had come so close to losing it all that I wanted to hold on to him and never let go.
    “Oh, come on !” Janice settled back into her seat and closed the car door behind her. “I feel like I’m in high school again.”
    We kissed once more just because we could. I could look at his face forever and—
    “Your bruises are gone,” I exclaimed. “The cuts are healed! You’d never know you’d been in a fight.”
    He shifted position a few times. “The ribs don’t hurt anymore.”
    We both turned toward Janice. “Hold the applause,” she said with a smug but happy smile. “You can thank me when this is all over.”
    “We’ll have dinner at the inn,” I said, feeling wildly optimistic. The Sugar Maple Inn was owned by Renate and Colm Weaver, Fae friends who had become enemies thanks to Isadora’s influence.
    I missed my old friends. I wanted to go back to the way things used to be.
    Of course, in order for any of that to happen we had to find the town first.
    We sat for a little while in comfortable silence while our pulse rates returned to normal. I guessed that we had finally outrun the storm because the blizzard was no longer a blizzard but an accumulation of semiserious flurries. The county snowplows were probably out in force clearing the highways but it would be awhile before they reached small feeder roads like the one we were on.
    The storm might have stopped but the road ahead was still a snowy, icy accident waiting to happen.
    Janice and I were in favor of sitting tight until the road was at least salted but Luke disagreed strongly.
    “The clock’s ticking,” Luke said. “We only have a few miles to go until we hit the highway. If we can push through this, the worst will be over.”
    He readjusted his mirrors. I don’t know about Janice but for a second there I considered making a break for it. I caught her eye. She shrugged and picked up her knitting. Good choice. It was either that or a tranquilizer dart. The soft yarn, the bright colors, the slippery slickness of my beloved Addis brought me immediately back to center.
    “You really need to rethink the whole toe-up issue,” Janice said. “Not only is this way more intuitive, you never have to worry about not having enough yarn to finish the pair.”
    “I’ve heard the arguments,” I said as I whipped along, “and I agree they make sense but when it comes to everyday socks, I’m cuff-down, heel flap, and gusset all the way.”
    “I do a gusset with my toe-ups.”
    “I don’t think they look as elegant.”
    Janice slipped off her shoe and rested her right foot on the console. “Tell me that’s not a gorgeous sock.”
    “Of course it’s a gorgeous sock,” I said. “You’re a fabulous knitter. I just like cuff-down better.”
    Penny the cat, who had been tracking the conversation from a spot by my feet, apparently reached her limit on knitting conversation and emitted an unearthly yowl.
    “Thanks, Pen,” Luke said. “I couldn’t have said it better.”
    I ignored him but I couldn’t ignore the cat’s obvious discomfort.
    “Uh-oh,” I said. “I think she needs the litter box.”
    Which, all things considered, was probably not something anyone in the car wanted to hear.
    “Why don’t you set it up in the backseat?” Luke suggested.
    “I don’t think so.” Janice sounded highly put out and who could blame her.
    “I hate to say it, Luke, but we need to pull over again.”
    There was a scenic overlook a half mile ahead and Luke pulled into the tiny rest stop adjacent to it so Penny could take care of her needs.
    Janice and I exchanged looks after I set the improvised litter box down behind the car.
    “It’s probably gross in there,” I said, gesturing toward the shack that called itself a “Unisex Restroom.”
    “Most