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dangerous concept. Possibilities meant there was hope and hope could be doused as quickly as a match under a waterfall.
    Was she completely insane turning down his eloquent request for a date? Really, what was the worst that could happen?
    Well, she could fall in love with him, begin making plans for the future then have him dump her, leaving her as the newest Janice Harbinger of Cedar. Lovely.
    Mags hung up her apron and reached for her coat. “Fiona, honey, do you want to talk about it?”
    Yeah, like that was a brilliant idea. Not. Mags was already moody because Officer Kilsgaard hadn’t asked her out the day before. This particular can of worms was best left sealed tightly closed.
    “No, I’m good, really. Thanks for asking. Hey, can you take that box of unsold cookies by the fire station on your way home? If it’s not a bother.”
    She snorted a short laugh. “Are you kidding? It will be my pleasure. Do you know how popular I’ll be taking sweets to those hunky guys? Maybe I’ll leave with a date.”
    “How do you do it?” Fiona couldn’t help to ask. “I mean, how can you just put yourself out there like that with men? Doesn’t it suck being heartbroken?”
    Mags paused with her scarf in her hand. She slowly wound it around her neck as her eyes flickered with thought. “Yeah, it sucks, but at least I tried. I don’t know. I like being in a relationship. Maybe I like it too much, which would explain why I keep going after the wrong guys. I settle for the next one instead of waiting for the right one. Men are like shoes. They may look great on the shelf, but until you try them on, you don’t know if they’ll make you look great or break your ankle if you take the wrong step.”
    “That makes too much sense.” Fiona smiled for the first time that day.
    “I do have my moments. But seriously. Men are stupid. Sometimes you have to make the first move or else they’ll sit on their hands forever. Their caveman instinct has been drummed out of them by the feminist movement. Now we have to do everything.”
    “Wow, Mags, I wish I was as brave as you.”
    “Brave? Me? I’d say I’m more blissfully ignorant. If I think about it too much, I probably would stay home all of the time, wear turtleneck sweaters that go up to my eyeballs and take care of twenty cats. But I don’t like cats, so out into the world I go.”
    Well, Fiona didn’t have the cats, but there were a few high-neck sweaters in her closet. Oh God, she was going to become the crazy cat lady.
    “Actually, Fiona, I admire how you don’t go out with a bunch of guys. You know what you want and you don’t deviate from that path.”
    “Thanks, I think.”
    “Do you want to take the cookies to the fire station? There are a few new recruits who looked pretty cute.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
    “No, you can have first pick. Besides, what would I have in common with a young fireman?”
    “More than you think, boss lady. You’re a pretty good catch.” She pulled her scarf over the lower portion of her face. “Have a good night.”
    “You too. Drive safe.”
    Fiona tugged on her coat and slung her purse over her shoulder as she turned off light switches on her way to the door. Could she borrow a page from Mags and take a chance on Officer Kilsgaard? Dhavin. If she was going to entertain the notion of a date, she had to start thinking of him as a man with a first name.
    A laugh lodged in her throat and her skin tingled. As if she could forget he was a man.
    Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
    Like Mags said, if she thought about the pitfalls, she’d chicken out. Once she got home she’d find his phone number in her client files and give him a call…after a glass, or two, or three, of wine.
    As she stepped outside a brisk wind barreled down the alley. Holy geez. She shivered and drew her arms in tight, that was icy. Winter had officially arrived, as much as she tried to ignore the signs of frosted windows and day after day of