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Clark snorted and stopped at a red light. Two cars slid past him into the—luckily deserted—intersection. “He’s pa—a friend of my family’s. You know how that goes.”

“Sure.” Except, she didn’t. Jenni had spent most of her childhood in foster homes where the people were sometimes okay, sometimes not, but she’d never built a family bond of any kind until she arrived at the model house and met Matilda and Gina and all the other girls. Until recently, they’d gotten together often, but as each one settled down, fewer were able to get away for reunions with old friends. “Family. Sure.”

Clark cast her a sideways glance as he started across the now empty intersection. “Not close to your family, huh?”

She shrugged, uncomfortable under their scrutiny. “I-I don’t have family. But I have friends.” How pathetic did that protest sound?”

Ty laid an arm over her shoulder and gave her a friendly squeeze. “Friends are important. After all, you get to choose them. If you hired a snow plow operator and they did what Scott did, you’d be able to fire them.”

What a great way to look at it. “True.” A smile stretched her lips, the self-pity she so rarely let out disappearing in the warmth of his hug. “And I have great friends. One of them set this date up with…which one of you is my date, anyway?”

Silence met her words.

“Guys? Is something wrong?” Maybe neither was her date. They could be the lodge shuttle service, although wouldn’t that just be one person? As neither replied, words rang in her head.Our Jenni.Oh god, no. She didn’t want to die anymore. She wanted to kill Matilda. But she had to be mistaken. “Please tell me you both aren’t my dates.”

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