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you,” I said, trying to step around Thistle so I could get to the sidewalk that led back to The Whistler. “You’re just being paranoid.”
    Thistle moved in front of me to block my way. “I know when you’re lying. You’re horrible at it.”
    “I’m not lying.”
    “Oh, you’re lying, I just can’t figure out why. You were fine when you were at Hypnotic. You were even excited about Landon being back in town. Then you went to meet the new advertiser at the paper and now you’re being all . . . weird. Who was at the paper?”
    “No one,” I lied. “Just some guy.”
    “What guy?”
    “I have to get back to work,” I shifted my gaze to Landon. “I’ll see you at the inn at seven?”
    Landon nodded, although I could tell he was worried. “I’ll see you then.”
    I didn’t get a chance to move down the street. The next thing I knew, I was in the snow bank in front of the police station and Thistle was on top of me. She might be slight in frame, but she’s powerful in determination.
    “Get off me,” I ordered.
    “Not until you tell me what’s going on,” Thistle argued back. I could feel her pulling my parka back as she started shoveling snow down the back of it.
    “That’s cold,” I said as I tried to shift her off of me.
    “It’s snow, what did you expect?” Thistle replied.
    I could feel the ice trickling down my back, lodging underneath my shirt and even into my pants. “Stop it!” I bucked up angrily, managing to catch Thistle off guard and dump her into the snow next to me. I rolled over on top of her and started shoveling snow onto her furiously. “Why can’t you just let it go?”
    “Why can’t you tell me what’s going on?” Thistle sputtered, coughing as she tried to spit the snow off her face.
    “I’m trying to protect you,” I said as I shoveled a particularly big mound of snow on top of her.
    Thistle rolled over, taking me with her as she did, and I was at the disadvantage again as she started sliding snow down the front of my shirt. I could see Landon still standing on the sidewalk watching us, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.
    “Protect me from what?” Thistle’s voice was coming out in ragged breaths.
    Landon must have decided this was the time for action, because he swooped in and grabbed Thistle by her tiny waist and hoisted her off of me. “This is ridiculous,” he said. “Can’t you guys act like grown-ups?”
    Thistle started kicking wildly when she felt the air between us. She landed a vicious blow to Landon’s knee, causing him to drop her back into the snow bank next to me. He didn’t look even remotely amused now.
    “Don’t make me shoot you,” he threatened.
    “Oh, you’re not going to shoot me,” Thistle scoffed, scooping up a pile of snow and tossing it in his direction.
    Landon dodged the pile of snow and fixed Thistle with a pointed glare. “What makes you so sure?”
    “Because, if you shoot me, Bay will never sleep with you,” Thistle said knowingly.
    “Even if I do it to protect her?” Landon didn’t look so sure.
    “You’re not going to shoot her,” I grumbled from my spot in the snow.
    Thistle smiled at Landon triumphantly. I smashed a pile of snow into her face when she wasn’t looking and rolled back on top of her. “It won’t be necessary,” I gasped. This snow fight was really draining my energy.
    “Get off me,” Thistle whined. “You weigh a ton.”
    “I do not,” I shot back. “We wear the same size pants.”
    “In your dreams,” Thistle grumbled from beneath me. She couldn’t muster the energy to buck me off, though.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    I froze when I heard the new voice. Thistle peered around me curiously, her face glazing over in a confused mask when she took in the figure standing on the sidewalk behind us.
    “Dad?”
Nine
    I don’t know what I expected from this moment. The truth is, I was hoping that I wouldn’t be there when Ted and Thistle laid eyes on each other