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      “Will do.”

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      THE NEXT DAY, Chris slept in. No use jumping out of bed. No snow meant no work and no skiing, just time to kill. If he were willing to drive up to the mountains, he might be able to find enough snow to run his snow machine, but when he’d been hauling snow the other day, conditions looked poor. He finally dragged himself into the shower and pulled on some clothes. He was almost glad when he noticed his overflowing hamper. At last, something to do.

      He went upstairs and poured a cup of coffee from the pot. Another perk of having Dana around. A bouquet of red carnations on the kitchen table emitted a spicy odor that blended nicely with the scent of coffee. No sign of his sister, but if the coffeemaker was on, she must be around.

      A few minutes later, a door opened and Dana came down the hall, her arms full of books and Kimmik at her heels. “Good morning.”

      “Morning.” Chris took a sip of coffee. “I’m washing. Got any laundry you want to throw in?”

      She dropped the books on the island and dug in the kitchen drawer for a pen. “Maybe some towels. What are you doing home?” She tucked the books and pen into a backpack.

      “Nothing to do at work, and I’m not scheduled for a party until tomorrow. I gave Kenny the day off.”

      “Well, if you’re looking for something to do, you could check the gate and make sure Kimmik can’t open it. And if you want to get the towels from our hamper and wash them, that would be great.”

      “Sam get out okay this morning?”

      Dana’s face lit up at the mention of Sam’s name. “Yes, but he’ll be home for Christmas.” She paused. “He told me about the girl you were engaged to. I’m sorry.”

      Chris shrugged. “Don’t be. It was over a long time ago.”

      “But it’s her family’s reindeer business you’re working for, right?”

      “Yeah. Her uncle always played Santa, but he’s sick, so they need a sub. No big deal. It’s only until Christmas.”

      “So there’s no chance of the two of you getting back together?” Dana shrugged into her coat. He wasn’t sure if she was hopeful or wary, but it didn’t matter. He and Marissa were over.

      “None. I’ve learned my lesson.”

      Dana stopped in the middle of reaching for her keys. “I’m getting together with some friends for a movie tonight. Want to come?”

      “No, thanks. You have fun.”

      She threw a look of concern over her shoulder on her way out the door, but finally left him in peace. He smiled and shook his head. Funny girl. When he and Dana were growing up, their mother had basically checked out, spending all her time compulsively shopping rather than nurturing her family. In spite of that, or maybe because of it, Dana had developed a strong mothering instinct. With no other outlet, she’d focused that instinct on him. Never mind he was five years older than her or that they’d been apart for nineteen years; she was convinced he couldn’t cross the street without her. Not that he really minded. It was fun having his little sister around again.

      She had no reason to worry about him, at least when it came to Marissa. Chris had never had much trouble finding female companionship whenever the mood struck. He wasn’t so lonely he was likely to start mooning over the one woman he knew for sure didn’t want him. There were a dozen women he could call if he felt like a date. But he didn’t call them.

      Instead, he gathered up the laundry and started a load. Then he decided to surprise Dana by vacuuming and cleaning. It was only fair. She was busy and he wasn’t. It was midafternoon when he remembered about the gate. He pulled on boots, and was reaching for his jacket when he glanced out the window to see Ryan lifting the latch and calling Kimmik outside. By the time Chris pulled on his coat and made it to the door, boy and dog were playing fetch in the cul-de-sac.

      “Hey, Ryan.”

      The boy looked up, eyes wide and startled, but then turned his back and threw the stick again. Kimmik ran after it and galloped back, carrying it in his mouth with his head held high.

      Chris trotted over to the boy. “Ryan, you can’t just be letting the dog out of the yard without asking.”

      Ryan took the stick and threw it again. “He got out. Maybe he dug a hole.”

      “I saw you open the gate.”

      The kid raised his chin. “Well, he’s lonely. You don’t ever play with him.”

      “I do, but you’re right, not as much as he’d like. Ryan, I don’t mind you playing with the dog, but you have to ask first. You can’t just take somebody else’s dog without permission.”

      “If he was my dog, I’d take good care of him. I’d play with him and brush him and feed him.” He patted Kimmik on the head and threw the stick again. “You should take better care of your dog.”

      Clever way to shift the blame. Chris smiled. “Technically, he’s not my dog. He belongs to my roommate, Sam. But I think we take pretty good care of him.”

      “He’s not yours?” Ryan looked him in the eye for the first time.

      “No. He’s Sam’s dog.”

      “Is it your house?”

      “Nope. Sam’s house, too. I just live there.” Chris rubbed Kimmik’s ears and took the stick, handing it to Ryan.

      The boy threw the stick and turned to him. “So are you, like, a foster kid, too?”

      Chris chuckled. “Not exactly. I pay rent and help with the chores, like taking care of the dog.”

      “I do chores, too.”

      “Good. That shows you’re responsible.”

      “Ryan?” a man’s voice called from up the street.

      The kid made a face. “Homework.” He made no move to answer, instead throwing the stick again.

      Brent, a neighbor from up the street, walked toward them. “Ryan, it’s time to come inside.” He looked at Chris. “Sorry. Hope he wasn’t bothering you.”

      “No, he just wanted to play with the dog.” Ryan shot Chris a look of alarm, but Chris patted him on the shoulder. “I told him he was welcome to play with Kimmik anytime, as long as he comes to ask first.”

      “He loves dogs. He might drive you crazy.”

      “Nah, he’s fine. I’ll let Sam and Dana know he might be stopping by.”

      “Thanks.” Brent grasped Ryan by the shoulders and turned him around. “But right now, you need to go inside. Sandy wants to go over your spelling words with you while the baby’s napping.”

      “But Kimmik wants to play.”

      “Ryan, now.”

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