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stubbornly.
    â€œThe food will get cold,” Quintin said. “And how do you propose we get him?”
    â€œThose two get him out of the car and carry him in,” Scooter said, indicating David and Frazier. “You sit here with your gun trained on Mom and they won’t make trouble.”
    â€œThe wind is blowing like a son of a bitch,” Paddy noted.
    â€œSo it is,” Quintin said. “Go get coated up.”
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    The blow to his head had been bad. Craig groaned, shivering, his teeth chattering. He tried to open his eyes again.
    Somehow he managed to sit up so he could get a look at where they were, and his heart sank.
    Oh God. He’d hoped it was just the blizzard and the pain confusing him, making him see the familiar where it didn’t exist, but he hadn’t been confused. What he’d seen was all too real.
    This was Kat’s family’s country home, the one she always joked was out in the boondocks, where people still knew one another and where they cared.
    Kat.
    With her music and her laughter. He could remember far too vividly the times they had come up here for weekends when her family was away, the nights they had spent cuddling on the couch, watching old movies, unable to keep their hands off each other.
    Casablanca rolled across his mind. He could hear Humphrey Bogart saying, “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine.”
    Except that Kat O’Boyle hadn’t just walked into his life.
    He had plowed into hers.
    Maybe it wasn’t the house, he thought, and looked again.
    Nope, it was. Painted white and black with detailed Victorian gingerbreading. The porch, the sloping yard…This was the house, all right.
    Maybe they weren’t here. But he knew they were. He could see lights in the windows, and in the living room, a Christmas tree strung with colorful lights.
    What the hell was the matter with these people? They lived in Boston. Why hadn’t they bought a vacation home somewhere warm? Anywhere but here.
    Maybe, he hoped against hope, Kat wasn’t there.
    No, Kat never missed Christmas with her family.
    He closed his eyes, wishing he couldn’t see the house. When he opened them, he thought about getting out of the car, then decided to give it another second, even though the backseat now seemed as cold as the middle of an iceberg.
    Even if something had happened and Kat wasn’t here, her family was inside. He’d never met them, but he felt as if he knew them. Her father, set in his ways. Her twin brother, Frazier, whom he’d at least seen when Kat pointed him out once across campus. Her little brother, Jamie. He’d wanted to meet her family. Even when she had complained about them, it had been with love.
    Her parents were just so old-school, she had told him once. They had both been born in the States, but their parents had come over from Ireland, and sometimes it felt as if they had only recently come over themselves. Her father thought Mexican food was weird and sushi would kill her one day. She’d once suggested they hire a country singer at the pub, and her mother had looked at her as if she’d betrayed the nation.
    They fought too much, Kat had said, even admitted that they probably should have gotten a divorce.
    No, he’d told her. It was great when people believed so strongly in marriage that they made it work no matter what. He’d never told her about the way his parents had gotten divorced. They hadn’t meant to hurt him, of course. They were decent people who’d gotten so caught up in their own pain that he had gotten lost in the shuffle. And then, when time had passed and some of the wounds had healed…
    Then everything had really gone to hell.
    He closed his eyes again, and when he opened them…
    There was a face looking in the window at him.
    Kat’s face.
    He blinked to banish the hallucination. Then he heard the door open and