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again. I glanced at Thistle, worry etching my face. I figured she would be fighting off tears – or fighting off the urge to throttle Ted with her bare hands. Imagine my surprise when her murderous gaze fell on me.
    “Is this what you were hiding from me?”
    “No,” I lied, trying to scramble through the snow to get away from her.
    “You’re unbelievable,” she snapped as she rolled to her knees and attempted to follow me.
    “I didn’t know!”
    “You’re lying,” Thistle panted as she crawled through the snow behind me. “You’re lying and you’re doing it badly.”
    I gasped when she managed to not only get a hold of my winter boot, but pull it off as I struggled to get away. I swung around in surprise when I realized that I was missing a shoe and looked back at her angrily. “Give me my shoe.”
    “Come and get it,” Thistle taunted me.
    “Girls,” Ted began nervously. “I don’t think this is how you should be acting in public.”
    Thistle and I both ignored him. “Give me my shoe,” I repeated.”
    “You want your shoe?” Thistle arched her eyebrow suggestively.
    Uh-oh.
    “Here’s your shoe.” Thistle launched my black boot back in my direction, but Landon slipped in between us and caught it easily.
    “I’ve had it,” he said angrily. “Enough is enough.” He kneeled down next to me and slammed my boot back on my foot, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet when he was done. “You two are acting like children.”
    I opened my mouth to argue with him, but I forgot what I was going to say when I saw the snowball make contact with the side of his face. Thistle had tossed it from her spot on the ground.
    Landon wiped the snow from his impressive jawline and then turned back to Thistle angrily. “Really?”
    I realized what Thistle was doing. She was trying to engage Landon in an argument so she wouldn’t have to deal with Ted. I put my hand on Landon’s chest to stay him. I didn’t want to explain what was going on. I was just kind of hoping he would magically get it.
    I reached down and helped Thistle up to her feet. She met my apologetic gaze with her own furious one when she was back on the sidewalk next to me. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she hissed.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied again.
    Thistle looked like she was ready to toss me into the snow again when Ted quickly took a step towards us. “I asked her not to tell you,” he said.
    Thistle narrowed her eyes in my direction before turning to her father. “And why would you ask her that?”
    “I wanted a chance to approach you on my own terms.”
    “So you had Brian Kelly call her down to the newspaper? That makes a lot of sense,” Thistle shot back sarcastically. “That’s really, really creepy.”
    “I didn’t think that far ahead,” Ted admitted. “I was really just worried that Bay would stumble on me when I was at the paper one day. I didn’t realize you two lived at the inn together.”
    “We don’t live at the inn,” Thistle corrected him.
    “Bay said you live together,” Ted looked confused.
    “We live at the gatehouse,” Thistle said. “Clove lives there, too.”
    “That old rundown shack at the edge of the property?” Ted furrowed his brow in concern. For some reason, though, I couldn’t help but wonder if the concern was real or not. If he was faking, he was doing a good job.
    “It was updated and modernized years ago,” Thistle said as she brushed snow from the back of my coat. “It’s really nice now.”
    “I can vouch for that,” Landon said after a second.
    “And you are?” Ted turned his attention to Landon.
    “Landon Michaels,” Landon introduced himself easily.
    “And how do you know my daughter?” Ted looked Landon up and down suspiciously.
    Landon was taken aback. “I . . .”
    “Why do you care?” Thistle interjected. “It’s not like you’ve made me a priority in recent years – or ever.”
    “Thistle, I’m going to be