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in first at Hannah, who was lying flat on her back, her tall, thin frame barely making a mound under the quilts she’d patch-worked many years before. She was snoring peacefully, the soft night light casting a gentle glow over her still handsome features. In sleep there was no sign of the devastating disease that slowly and cruelly stole her very essence away from those who loved her.
    Lily closed the door and opened the one to Zoe’s bedroom. Here, too, there was a nightlight. Zoe was curled on her right side with her thumb plugged in her mouth and her favorite stuffed rabbit cuddled close under her chin. Lily
gently covered her, her heart overflowing with love for the little girl.
    Family was everything; that was the one thing she was absolutely certain of.
    Greg Brulotte might have his Whistler cabin, his fast-lane existence, his stream of bed partners, but that couldn’t compare to the feel of this tiny child’s arms looped securely around her neck.
     
     

Susie wrapped her arms tightly around Greg’s neck and lifted her face for another kiss.
    Her lips were cold, and the fur on her hood tickled his forehead. He’d already kissed her more times than he really wanted to, and he pecked at her lips quickly and then reached up to gently pry her arms loose, not an easy feat. She had a death grip on him, and it was amazing how strong a slim five-foot-five woman could be.
    “Will you miss me, Greggie?” She giggled and held on tighter, and he dredged up a smile and nodded, then firmly and steadily peeled her off him.
    Greggie, for God’s sake. She’d been hugging him tighter than a tensor bandage since they got here Saturday morning. It was now early Sunday, and she was making him nuts. Sure, she was cute, redheaded, put together exactly right, but he was beginning to think there was a serious kink in her wiring; she gave the term needy a whole new dimension.
    He’d fallen asleep the night before to the sound of her voice asking, for the twentieth time, whether sex had been all right for him, whether he thought her hips were too big, or her breasts too small, or her thighs needed work...none of which had ever occurred to him. But the third degree had led up to her wondering whether or not Ben would give her a deal on some corrective surgery.
    Corrective surgery, hell. She oughta sign up for in-depth psychiatric assessment, in Greg’s opinion.
    “See you back at the cabin for dinner, Greggie,” she cooed.
    He felt his tolerance level slip another few notches. Susie had seemed like a fun choice for a companion when he’d planned this trip. She was a new tech in Ultrasound, and he’d met her a couple of weeks ago. They’d dated only once before he invited her along for this ski weekend, which he now realized had been a big mistake.
    Having her cling to him when he kissed her on that first date had seemed sexy and arousing. If he’d taken her out more than once, it might have dawned on him that she was not the ideal choice for two days and three nights in a small log cabin. Thank God she had to get back to the city to work on Monday; at least he’d have the rest of the week in peace.
    Thank God, too, that she and Marion, Ben’s date, had decided not to join the men on this early-morning expedition. The men had signed on with a company that specialized in extreme skiing, taking those who dared to a remote mountaintop from which they’d ski down to a designated location where the pilot would pick them up late in the afternoon.
    It was imperative that those who tackled the dangerous slopes were expert skiers, and fortunately, at least in Greg’s opinion, neither of the women was.
    He sidestepped Susie, grabbed his gear and hurried after Ben, who was already climbing into the helicopter.
    A few moments later, they were airborne. Greg felt a thrill of intense excitement as the pilot circled over the resort area and then turned into the sun and followed an invisible path hundreds of feet above the snow-topped