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myself.

“Is there rum in any of those bottles?” I asked Valerio.

“Yes ma’am.”

“This just might be my favorite day.”

The truck was already running by the time we ducked into it. The heat washing over me from the vents was warm and wonderful.

“You say that just about every day,” Kade pointed out.

“So?”

“So they can’t all be favorites.”

I squeezed his thigh, then pulled him in for a very promising kiss. After ten long seconds of taking his breath away, I let our lips slowly drift apart.

“Think later on could be your favorite night?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.

He swallowed dryly. “Um. Maybe, yeah.”

I squeezed him again, this time even higher up. “There you go.”

A year. A whole year of happiness, of love, of living and thriving together as a team. A year of expanding my influence in the art world, and of making a name for myself. A year of building a life, and quite possibly an enduring future, with the men I loved.

“Think we could eat before we looked at Christmas lights?” I asked. “Because if I start spiking hot chocolate on an empty stomach…”

Brock flashed his blue eyes at me in the rear-view mirror. I could see his grin already.

“So you’re saying we could get you all sauced up in the back seat?”

“Oh definitely,” I told him. “I’m actually counting on it.”

“And then what else happens in the back seat?” Valerio grinned.

I poked his seat, before leaning forward between them. “If we get a big enough tree, it’ll cover most of the windows. And then I’ll show you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You like them big, huh?” he asked.

“Well bigger is better,” I acknowledged.

“Uh huh,” Brock grinned back. “As long as you’ve got the, you know, room for it.”

“Oh, I definitely do.”

I placed a hand on each of their shoulders, my grin plastered from ear to ear.

“How big are we talking?” Valerio asked.

“Well last year I went big. Very big.”

“Thick too,” added Kade. “If I remember.”

“Yes,” I smiled. “And somehow it all worked out. Everything just… fit.”

The truck rumbled along, the snow splashing lightly against the big windshield and just wafting away. The inside of the truck felt comfy and cozy. So did the company.

“You boys got anything that big?” I asked, in the most innocent voice possible.

A hand slid up the inside of my thigh, as a mouth closed warmly over my neck. Kade was kissing me. Touching me. Feeling me up, as the heat from the vents washed over my body. Brock drove on and the snow kept falling and Valerio smiled back at me from the front seat.

“The way I see it…” he said, reaching out to gently touch my cheek. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

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Chapter One

KAYLA

They say you can’t go home again, which I always thought was a dumb saying. Sure, the place you grew up in definitely changed while you were gone. It might even be so radically different that you barely recognize the buildings, the people, the places. But after seven long years I was coming home to North Glade anyway, whether the shrouded little town liked it or not.

And that’s only because Elizabeth was dead.

It’s a funny thing, losing the people you love. But losing a childhood friend; someone your own age, someone you laughed and played and survived your teenage years with? Well that was different. It was different in feeling, different in scope of loss. Different in that it forced you to take a hard look at your own mortality, revealing all kinds of deep-seated emotions you can never really expect.

My jaw grew tight as I turned off the highway, gliding onto the slick rural roads that dove into the big conifer forests. It was raining, of course. Hell, it was raining the day I left too. I wondered bizarrely if it ever actually stopped, or if the place had remained the mud-streaked little emerald I remembered it to be, an hour’s drive north of Seattle.

Elizabeth.

She’d been my classmate, my teammate, my friend. One of the core group of crazy teens we used to