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extra is grabbed for Luke.
    “Thanks,” he says. “And let me know when you’re ready to tell me why you’re here. I know it’s not about my shitty love life, so it must be about yours.”
    Honesty. I can be myself, the real Danny Weston when I’m with my best friend. We’ve been through a hell of a lot—career highs and lows—women, and more over the last ten years. I can tell him anything and he’ll always have my back. Even if he acts like he won’t. That’s just part of the game we play. My palms press into the railing as I stare ahead. “I saw a ghost from my past today.”
    “A ghost? Care to elaborate?”
    “It’s the one I never mention.”
    In my peripheral vision, I see the sudden jerk of his head in my direction. “Reese?”
    My glare should say it all, but just in case, I remind him, “Don’t say her name.”
    An exasperated sigh is his response. He stands and turns to face in the same direction as I am, mimicking my stance and staring at the trees in the distance. “Where’d you see her?”
    “Work.”
    “Shit. That’s not good. And stop making me ask for every fucking detail. Either tell me or don’t, but let’s skip all the leading questions.”
    Like I said, honesty. “I had a meeting at the agency this morning. It was a stealth attack in the conference room by my agent, an Italian designer, and her .”
    “You’re standing. You’re in one piece. It couldn’t have gone that badly.”
    “I landed a big campaign today. The deal was closed.”
    “Congrats. Why do you sound like you lost the job? What am I missing?”
    “ She’s the lead exec on the campaign.”
    “Shit.”
    “Yeah, shit.”
    “Can you work with her?”
    “What do you think?”
    Looking at the beer bottle in his hands, he turns to me. “I think we’re gonna need something stronger.”

 
     
     
     
    THE GLASS SCREAMS when the pebble hits it, causing me to jump. I look over, making sure it didn’t shatter. Knowing who it is, I throw the covers from my body and peek over at my roommate who is sleeping soundly as I get out of bed. Tiptoeing to the window, I dread letting the cold in, but open it anyway. How can I not? My boyfriend of one year is standing beneath the window. Under his feet, a light layer of snow covers the grass, new since I returned to my apartment after my evening class had ended.
    Snow is falling and the winter scent of pine fills the air. My favorite season always makes me happy, but nothing compares to his smile, which warms my soul every time I see it.
    Danny Weston is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He’s popular with girls and guys, and never lacks attention on campus. But he only has eyes for me. He’s great about making me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. I lean out the window opening, already smiling. “Hey there, stranger.”
    “Come down,” he whisper-yells. “It’s snowing. First snow this winter.”
    One year has flown by, but we already have a tradition. One of them is being together during the first snow of the season. We met the night of the first snow our junior year at a party down on Frat Row. Then, we woke up together in his off-campus apartment and walked together to get coffee.
    I nod. “Coming down.” I rush to close the window. When I turn, I freeze in place when my roommate rolls over, mumbling something about a test, but she doesn’t wake. I grab a Huskers sweatshirt and slip it over my head and pajamas. Then I pull my sleep pants off and put on a pair of my tightest jeans. Thick woolly socks and snow boots follow. A coat. A hat. Gloves complete the ensemble.
    Running out the door and down one flight, I make my way around the corner to find Danny scraping together a very pathetic snowman. “I think you’re gonna need more snow for that little guy.”
    Danny stands up, dusts the snow from his gloves, and comes to me. Excited to see him, I jump up on him. He catches me as I wrap my arms around his body. I kiss him, wanting him