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the memory.
    “You got rid of him?” Nic seemed to be appalled by this as she grabbed her giant purse and made a run for the shelter of the large porch.
    “I don’t know whatever happened to him. Just one of those things.” He shrugged.
    “I remember him keeping me company once when I stayed at your place.”
    “You were crying. Shadow liked to help people who were crying.” He gave her a wink and turned his attention to the swanky padlock that opened to reveal the actual key to open the door.
    Nichole jumped up and down and rubbed her arms briskly.
    “Hurry up. I’m freezing my balls off,” she said, making him laugh. Then he paused and looked at her.
    “You don’t actually have balls, do you?” He smirked.
    “No!” She smacked his arm.
    “I was just thinking it would explain a lot.”
    “Shut up and open the door.”
    He did as she asked and let her in first, not just because it was the gentlemanly thing to do but because he worried she would crawl over him to get into the shelter of the cabin.
    He closed the door as he took in the room. It was much bigger than it looked from outside. A stone fireplace continued up two stories before meeting a steeply pitched wooden ceiling. The back wall was mostly glass, with two sliding doors that led out to a large deck. A deck they wouldn’t be using today because it was cold as hell.
    They went in different directions, checking the place over. He went to the kitchen in search of a snack while she went upstairs. The cupboards were well stocked with canned goods and items that were sealed up tightly in plastic containers. The refrigerator was stocked with a few bottles of wine, a case of beer, and a pack of water bottles. He took a bottle of water and some snack crackers before going back to the great room.
    “Holy shit!” he heard Nic shout from upstairs.
    Without even a thought, he abandoned his snack to run upstairs to her rescue.
    “Nic?” he yelled at the top of the steps so he could find her. There were three doors.
    “In here,” she said from his left. He went into a gray and blue bedroom to find her in the master bathroom. “Look at the size of this bathtub!” She pointed as he tried to get his heart to calm down.
    “You scared the shit out of me!”
    “Sorry.” She winced. “Did you think I was being attacked by a spider?”
    “Or worse.”
    “Like I’d call you if I needed help with a spider,” she said with a grin.
    “You don’t know; I could have outgrown that fear.”
    “Have you?” Her brow was raised.
    “Not so much.” He looked around the floor, scouting for creepy insects.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll save you if any try to get to you.”
    “Thanks.” He knew she would let them have him. He was on his own.
    After investigating the rest of the place, they went back downstairs to the living room. He had turned the heat up a little but was trying to decide if they would be there long enough to justify a fire.
    Nichole unfolded a piece of paper while looking out the back window.
    “So according to this map, the trail to the lake is right there.” She pointed, and he stood next to her to look through the glass at the beautiful scenery around them. The pine trees were sagging slightly from the weight of the rain. The valley beyond the yard gave a glimpse of houses that looked tiny from this distance.
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “Yeah. I guess that’s why they’re getting married here.” She turned away and checked her phone for the time. “We have about twenty minutes. I’m going to check in with the office,” she announced as she held up her phone and went upstairs.
    He nodded and went to the corner to retrieve his guitar case. In the pocket was a notebook where he jotted down ideas. He had the melody for a song but was still working it out.
    He was playing with his eyes closed, waiting for some inspiration, when he felt the sofa shift.
    “That’s amazing,” she said quietly.
    “What?”
    “That you can play the guitar with