CHAPTER 4

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The Amesport Midwinter Ball was canceled and resched-

uled for the following weekend because the area had been

struck by a major blizzard.

Randi sighed and looked out the window of the small

home that she'd inherited, glad that she now had five more

days to try to find a way out of attending the ball with Evan.

Why in the hell did I let him kiss me? Worse yet, why did I

enjoy it so damn much?

She'd been asking herself that very question for the last

two days—since he'd rocked her world with the demand-

ing, possessive, scorching-hot embrace that hadn't left her

mind since it happened.

Dammit! I don't want to be attracted to Evan Sinclair.

I tired and let down because Liam hadn't shown up at

their meeting place, the last thing she'd needed last Friday

was to literally run into Evan Sinclair as she was leaving

Brew Magic.

Why him? Anybody but him.

She'd only found out after arriving home that evening

that Liam had the fly. He hadn't had her cell-phone mum-

ber to contact her, and he hadn't been able to reach Tessa.

He'd sounded horrible in the message he'd let on her home

phone, and she didn't doubt for a moment that he really

was sick. She'd quickly sent a text to Evan—because calling

him seemed too personal—that she'd arrived home safely,

and then a message via email to S. so she didn't worry.

For the last two days, she'd been pretty much snow-

bound. The lakes were coming down faster than they

could be cleared from the roads. She lived ten miles from

town on tranquil five acres of land that nobody really

cared about. Dennis and Joan hadn't been anywhere 

 close to being able to afford waterfront property, but Randi

 hadn't minded not living right on the beach It was too

 crowded in town, too busy with tourists in the summer. 

 She loved having her own space to breathe.

Letting the curtain she was holding all back into place,

Randi turned back toward the small living room. So much

of her parents still remained in the house, but Randi liked it

that way. She'd kept as many items as she could that had be-

longed to them, wanting to somehow keep them with her

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