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few flurries.” Emma shuffled her feet toward the front door and turned to face Kate. “If you need anything, just come on over.” She lifted her wrinkled hand and waved as she closed the door behind her.
    Emma moved across the yard at a snail’s pace. Kate only walked that slow when she was combing over every detail of a sale in one of the storefronts on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile.
    She already missed home. Shopping would be great right about now . If she were back in Chicago, she would run her finger along the glass windows while dissecting every inch of the new outfits displayed in her favorite stores.
    A story about Wintervale shops would be in order. She recalled seeing a bakery, a clothing store, and even a health food store. “The coffee shop,” Kate said aloud. “Mmm…that always makes a great story.”
    Shaking the thought, Kate picked up her shoes off the porch where she’d left them the night before. Nothing but soggy leather. After their swim in the mud, they were most likely ruined. Still, she set them to the side to dry, hoping she wouldn’t have to carry them to the cobbler.
    Trevor was stopping by tonight and Kate had plans to make. A romantic dinner and dessert would be a great start. Besides, she had to set the tone for a day she would never forget—the day Trevor became her fiancé.
    “Cookies. Gotta get some cookies.” No man could resist coming into a house that smelled like baking cookies. The only glitch—Kate had never cooked anything worth talking about in her life. Her mother had never really taught her how to bake. Thank you, Nestlé Toll House, for premade cookie dough. He’ll never know the difference. She clapped her hands together as if she’d come up with such a fabulous idea.
    ***
    The table glittered with pink plates, a pink tablecloth, and pink-tinged glasses.
    Flames flickered on the candles in the middle of the table, giving the room a romantic glow.
    Trevor would arrive any minute. She stood in front of the mirror and tucked her shirt into her jeans. She’d had a lot of compliments on this particular outfit since she bought it a month ago.
    She arranged the fresh cookies on a plate and set it on the wood burning stove to get Trevor’s attention when he walked through the front door. She went into the bathroom and dabbed her neck and wrists with a little perfume.
    Kate heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway and ran to the front door. Her nerves rattled her a bit. She held her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath before exhaling, hoping her nerves would calm down. When she opened the door Will stepped out of his scratched-up, dent-covered truck.
    “Oh, it’s just you,” Kate said. Her hip jutted out to the side.
    He must’ve ignored her comment. Will slid his hands into his pockets and walked toward Kate. “Smells like cookies.”
    She didn’t want to be rude. “Come on in. Would you like one?” She asked.
    “I never pass on cookies.” His eyes grew big as he stepped through the doorway and grabbed three from the center of the plate. “It smells nice in here.”
    Kate stared at the almost half-empty plate and looked back at him.
    Will shoved another cookie in his mouth. “Did you make these?” He mumbled around the mouthful.
    Kate rearranged the cookies. “Not really.” She wasn’t too worried whether or not he thought she could cook. She set the plate on the coffee table, hoping it would stay out of his reach before he ate them all. “Was there some special reason you came by?” She hoped he had more information about the mountain lion.
    “To fix the leaky faucet.” He wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand. “I didn’t get a chance to get to it before now.”
    “Why you?” Kate crinkled her forehead.
    “I’m your landlord.” Will said. He raised his eyebrows fast a couple of times. “It’s my job.”
    Will pointed at the dining room table set for two. “Looks like you have a hot date.” He backed up a little. “I’ll fix it