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this.”
    “Arthur is waiting.”
    “He came inside?”
    “He did. We don’t want to let him melt, so we should be going.”
    Tyr grinned. “He really is in here, isn’t he?”
    “He really is.”
    She snorted and cool air rushed in between them as he released her.
    Arthur looked at Tyr and frowned.
    “Arthur says we won’t make it far. There is already a foot of snow on the streets. My place is close, but we would not be able to make it to your home. Will you stay the night with me?”
    Cwen scowled at him. “Is this a ploy to get me into your bed?”
    “The invitation, yes. The snowstorm, not my doing.” He grinned.
    “Fine. Whatever keeps Arthur safe.” She winked at the driver.
    He grinned.
    They got ready, and the manager came to them. “Sorry that it ended up this way, Cwen.”
    “You did a great job, and this will be a party to remember. Everyone is home safely. Did you need a ride anywhere?”
    She shook her head. “No, I am fine. I live two buildings over. I will just lock up after you, and everyone can hunker in until the snow is over.”
    Cwen shook her hand and then pulled on her gloves. Arthur settled her cloak on her, and she used the velvet wrap over it all to keep the breezes out. Tyr got his coat on, and they were soon ready.
    “Merry Christmas.” Cwen winked at the manager and headed out with her two-man escort.
    The night was lit with the fat flecks of snow that were blowing down around them. Tyr tucked her into the car, and Arthur slid into the driver’s seat. When Tyr was next to her, his arm around her holding her close, they began to creep forward into the snow-covered night filled with skidding cars and stumbling pedestrians.
    It took ten minutes to move six blocks but that was enough to get them to Tyr’s home. The brownstone was on a quiet street that seemed to be obscurely tucked into the bustling downtown area.
    “Somehow, I pictured you in a high rise.”
    Tyr grinned. “I am an old-fashioned kind of guy.”
    He got out and walked around the car, opening her door and helping her out and into the teeth of the blizzard. He sheltered her with his body as they approached the door. The moment that she glanced back at Arthur, both he and the car were gone.
    Tyr opened the door and bustled her inside. The cessation of the press of wind nearly made her fall over. She swayed violently before she got herself under control.
    She removed her wrap and cloak before bending over to get her boots off her feet.
    Tyr removed his coat and footwear before taking her outerwear. “Boots?”
    She grinned. “I am practical if nothing else. No one looks under a gown this long. They saw silvery toes and assumed that I was wearing pumps.”
    “How did you enjoy your time with the humans?”
    It was the first time they were truly alone. He dropped his human glamour, and she checked out the points of his ears and the gleam of his skin.
    She reciprocated with her horns and the tawny cast of her own skin.
    “Wow, I didn’t think that you actually had horns.”
    Cwen smirked. “And I always thought that pointed ears were a rumour. See, we are both learning.”
    He snorted. “Can I get you some coffee or tea before the power goes out?”
    “Coffee. I don’t get enough of it at the workshop.” She wrinkled her nose. “We have to ration it.”
    “Won’t it keep you awake?”
    She grinned. “That is what I am hoping.”
    He smiled and led the way to the kitchen where he put a cup and a puck in a single-cup coffeemaker and pushed a button.
    She watched as the dark, steaming liquid filled the mug, and when it was done, she took the mug with a happy sigh.
    “Cream or sugar?”
    “Sure, but I will drink it any way I can get it.” Cwen waited while he pulled out the accessories from the refrigerator and cabinet, respectively.
    She put a teaspoon of sugar into the coffee and a few splashes of cream.
    He prepped a cup of coffee for himself, and they waited until the machine stopped pumping and