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depends a lot on the weather.”
    Ally appealed to Rudy. “You’ve lived here a long time, right?”
    “Since I was just a little guy.”
    Ally didn’t think Rudy had ever been little. “So what about this blizzard? Could it let up by tomorrow?”
    Rudy shrugged his massive shoulders. “It’s possible. Then again, it could blow clear into next week. My chickens might be able to tell me.”
    Mitchell put down his almost-empty beer glass. “Your
chickens
?”
    Ally nodded, smiling fondly at her new best friend Rudy. “Rudy is tuned in to his chickens. And chickens are tuned in to the universe. Right, Rudy?”
    “Chickens lay nature’s perfect food, the egg.”
    “Exactly.” Ally shot Mitchell a triumphant look. “You see?”
    “I don’t see what eggs have to do with weather.”
    “I was gettin’ to that,” Rudy said. “Go ahead and laugh, but I live with chickens, and chickens know what’s goin’ on. When I got up, they were all restless, hoppin’ around on the kitchen counter, wouldn’t settle down under the table, where they usually nest, so I knew that blizzard was headed our way.” He sighed. “I love those chickens.”
    “They really live in your kitchen?” Mitchell eyed Rudy over the rim of his beer glass. “I thought Betsy was exaggerating.”
    “In the winter they live there, on account of the cold. Which is the reason Lurleen gave for takin’ off right after Christmas, but I don’t think that was the reason at all. I think it’s because she found a guy who gave her multis.”
    “Multis?” Ally wondered if that was some rare Alaskan gemstone.
    “Multiple orgasms.” Rudy gulped his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “She was always goin’ on about how that’s what she wanted, and I wasn’t providin’ them.”
    “Well, now, that’s sad,” Ally said, “because she’s the one in charge of her orgasms, not you.” She could have sworn Mitchell made a choking sound, but when she looked over at him, he was drinking the last of his beer like nothing was wrong.
    “How do you mean?” Rudy asked. “I thought it was my fault whether she had just one or more than one.”
    Ally tapped her head. “It’s all up here.”
    “Gee, I thought it was all down there.” Rudy pointed toward his crotch.
    “The most important sexual organ is the brain.” Feeling very wise, indeed, Ally took a sip of her Irish coffee. Not only was she an excellent dancer tonight, but suddenly she realized how much she intuitively knew about sex, even though she hadn’t had a whole lot of it in her life. Two brief affairs wasn’t much to brag about. But she’d read
Cosmo
for like, forever.
    “In that case, I’m in trouble,” Rudy said. “I’m not that smart.”
    “No, no, we’re talking about
her
brain. Oh, I’m not saying that it doesn’t help if a guy can last more than twenty seconds, and if he’s good at foreplay, but basically, the woman has to put herself in the right frame of mind.”
    She glanced at Mitchell, who probably didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. “Isn’t that true, Mitchell?” Yeah, like he’d really know. If he made love the way he dressed, she pitied his girlfriend.
    “Absolutely,” Mitchell said, with an air of authority.
    She challenged him with a long, hard stare. But eventually her stare slipped down to that excellent mouth of his. Besides having very erotic contours, his mouth looked exceptional when he smiled, like now.
    With a tiny shiver of appreciation, she glanced away. Those hps might be nice to look at, but they were attached to Mitchell, the man who seemed determined to clip her wings before she’d even had a chance to take a test flight. And he’d be hovering around making her life miserable until the blizzard ended. Bummer.

    * * *

    Mitch wanted another beer. Or six. Ally Jarrett had been overprotected all her life, and now he was the poor schmuck who had to handle her first taste of freedom. Oh, joy. She’d seemed