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noon. I take a lunch hour at home to feed the baby. Although I’ll be meeting an important client tomorrow, and I don’t know the time yet.” She waved away the thought. “If I’m late, my husband will let you in.”
    “Are you sure? I mean, Mother Nature mentioned someone influential kind of offhandedly. Do you think it’ll really happen?”
    “She keeps her word too. Well, except when she’s bellowing empty threats. Then we’re just as happy she doesn’t.” Brandee smirked. “Well, toodles. I’m going to meet my family for lunch and will leave you to doubt your sanity for another twenty-four hours.”
    And with that, she disappeared.
    Amber was doubting her sanity. Just out of curiosity, she peeked down the front of her blouse. “Yup. Covered in glitter. I’ll be damned.”

Chapter 2
    Hours later Rory and Chloe finally returned to the cave, wearing warm, puffy coats. They were chatting and chuckling as if nothing in the world was bothering them. Chloe carried a big tote bag filled with purchases, and Rory held newspapers and kindling.
    Shannon’s face was red and her expression livid. Then, as if she flicked a switch, she greeted them with a toothy smile. “Oh, did you have a nice time out there?” she asked with syrupy sweetness.
    “It wasn’t too bad,” Rory said, carefully.
    His youngest sister marched over to him, ripped the newspaper and logs out of his hands, and tossed them into the fire pit she had made with lava rocks.
    Just as she ignited the paper with her breath, Chloe yelled, “Stop! That was our newspaper. We needed that to find jobs and such.”
    Shannon’s jaw dropped. “Why didn’t you say something?”
    Rory started laughing. Chloe had been leaning forward, probably to look menacing, then she reared back and burst out laughing too.
    Shannon glared at them. “What’s gotten into you? You’re laughin’ like hyenas.”
    Rory wiped the tears forming at the corners of his eyes and wrestled his mirth under control. “The newspaper was useless. It’s in Icelandic and every word is at least eleven letters long. We can’t read any of it.”
    Shannon glared at her sister again. “Then why did you get upset?”
    Now Chloe was wiping her eyes and trying to quit laughing—unsuccessfully.
    “Oh, very funny.” Shannon folded her arms and mocked the two of them. “Let’s make our dear sister, who’s been keepin’ this bloody cave warm all day, think she’s done somethin’ terribly wrong when she hasn’t a’tall. How entertainin’ would that be?”
    Chloe nodded. “Pretty entertainin’.” Then the two older siblings burst out laughing again.
    Shannon strode outside the cave before she lost it and pummeled the two of them into kindling.
    Rory came after her, carrying her parka and still chuckling. “We’re sorry, Shannon.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    Chloe followed. “Okay, we’re not terribly sorry, but you should have seen your face.”
    Shannon shrugged into her new coat. “I’ve had about enough of you two. How can you laugh when we’re stuck in a land where we don’t know a soul and can’t even speak the language? Just how are we supposed to survive?”
    Rory tugged on his jacket pocket. “Not to worry. I traded our boat for some magic beans.”
    Chloe cracked up all over again.
    “Knock it off!” Shannon yelled.
    “Relax, Shannon.” Rory took his sister by the shoulders and turned her back toward the cave. As they walked together, he explained. “We were late gettin’ back because we sold some of the priceless antiquities that were on the boat. We found someone who spoke English, and he helped us. We were very fortunate. He gave us the name of a visiting billionaire whose appetite for rare antiques might turn our treasures into quite a pile of cash.”
    “Then all we need to do is convert it into American dollars,” Chloe said. “The best part is that the man has a yacht and will have his crew take us to Boston.”
    “Boston? What’s in Boston?”