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help you get through the next few days. Take an edge off.”
    “Me? I’m not the crazy one, though I could use a good stiff drink to take the edge off!” She grabbed the bottle out of my hand and stalked out the door.
    Lucky for all of us in Whispering Falls, there wasn’t a bar anywhere near here. I watched Constance jump in the ambulance. The siren flipped on, signaling an emergency, but she and I both knew the only emergency was her. The tires of the ambulance squealed as the ambulance made a U-turn. The twirling red and white light fit right in with the Christmas decorations.
    The beautiful Christmas wreaths Arabella and Bella had hung up along with the decorations from all of the shop windows put a warming glow on the village. Even Arabella had gotten my window boxes decorated, which I didn’t even notice until just now.
    “Are you ready?” I grabbed the bag and Madame Torres from underneath the counter. Mr. Prince Charming popped his head out from under the tablecloth and came out when he saw it was safe from Constance.
    “I’m still motion sick from that woman manhandling me this morning.” Madame Torres was no longer her festive holiday self. In fact, her rosy cheeks had turned a putrid green. “You know I can’t take the shake, rattle and roll.” She replayed the scene where the woman with the mother-in-law egg problem shook her to death. “I,” she gagged, “I just might throw up.” Her ball went black.
    “I think she’s done for the night.” I put her in my bag and looked down at Mr. Prince Charming. His tail jingled in the air on his way over to the door. I grabbed my cape and flung it around me. “I’ll refill the inventory in the morning.”
    I locked the door behind us and stepped out into the cold. The air was nice and fresh. The bitterness ripped through the cape, leaving goosebumps up and down my body. The window boxes glowed with the larger-than-life round Christmas ornaments nestled inside with sprigs of evergreen and holly. In the center of each window box, she had put a "tree" of lush Oregonian decorated with small twinkling white lights. There were even lights and holly all blended in with my wisteria vine. A Charming Cure was ready for the Christmas Bazaar.
    I pulled my bag tight to my body and hurried across the street. The police station lights were on and Colton was sitting at the desk with his feet propped up.
    “Good evening, June.” He pulled his feet off the desk when I entered the station. The chair creaked when he sat up. “I see your shop is all decorated. Are you going for the big decorating prize?”
    “Oh no.” I shook my head. “I forgot all about it until now.” I looked out the window and smiled. A Charming Cure did look lovely decorated. “I can’t even take credit for it. Arabella Paxton did it for me.”
    “It looks nice. Ophelia is driving me crazy.” His lips pressed shut like he wasn’t supposed to say anything.
    “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything to her.” I glanced around the station, looking for Oscar.
    “What’s up?” Colton stood up. His six-foot-three frame leaned against the desk and he ran his hands through his messy blond hair. His eyes drooped on the edges. The puppy look was something Ophelia was attracted to, not to mention his surfer dude style.
    “I was looking for Oscar.” I bobbed my head side to side to see if he was maybe in the back where his apartment used to be before he moved in with me.
    “Is he not home tonight?” He tilted his head to the side.
    “No.” I sucked in a deep breath. “He’s been working so much and I wanted to make sure he was coming home for dinner. I guess the split shift is a little more hectic since the village decided to do the month-long bazaar.”
    “The split shift has been great.” He rocked on his heels. “Every other day I’m getting to spend a lot of time with Ophelia, though I do wish this bazaar wasn’t driving her so nuts. It’s all she talks about. In fact,” he