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this moment, this man and how warm she was despite the biting cold.
    “I don’t want you to stay in Blue Lake because of me, or us, or whatever we could be,” he said when their lips parted. “If you want to move to the city, you should go, and we’ll figure something out.”
    “Know what I realized earlier? There’s no reason for me to be in such a rush. My cousin’s door is always open, and if I leave now I’ll miss the busiest season for my shop.” She buried her face in his coat. “For now, I’m not going anywhere. Except maybe back to the lodge to get some hot coco.”
    “That sounds like perfection to me.”
    “Oh! Look at that!” Keeping her head on his chest, she pointed beside them and down toward the lodge. “You can’t even see the people holding the torches. All you see is the fire.”
    Flames zigzagged over the snow in all kinds of crazy patters. There were so many blazing torches, the slope lit up like a river of gold.
    Charlie sighed, and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Magical, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah.” She pinched her eyes closed and nuzzled against his chest. She felt more loved, and more like herself, than she had in years. “It is.”

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    CRAZY IN LOVE
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    Rachael McCoy had never rented the entire Blue Lake Historical Inn to a single person before. But a rock star like Cole Turner had never come to town, either.
    He was playing at StoneMill Winery Friday and Saturday night, from what she’d heard. She’d also heard he was voted “Rock Vocalist of the Year”, but hadn’t written a single song since he signed his first music contract. He was more of an entertainer than a musician, really—a music industry puppet with a pretty face and a hot body—and willing to sing anything for the right amount of money.
    At least that’s what the Google article said.
    If it was true, she couldn’t fault the guy. After all, the only reason she agreed to leave all the rooms in the inn vacant for the next four days was because he’d offered to pay a hefty sum of cash in exchange for privacy. She was in the middle of a massive inn expansion—the out-building to the east would soon have a few rooms with a separate living room and small kitchen. By letting Mr. Turner rent out the inn, she was making four times as much as she would’ve if the rooms were full of regular paying tenants.
    She stopped vacuuming the throw rug in the main living space and checked the clock.
    Five on the nose.
    Mr. Turner wasn’t scheduled to show up until eight, which gave Rachael plenty of time to stock up the fridge and make sure the rooms were still in order. She drove to SawMill Market just before dark, and picked up some basics that’d make a few solid meals.
    Cole Turner was on everyone’s lips.
    He’s staying at the inn for the next four days, and then driving to Lake Tahoe for a mid-week show at Harrah’s. Will he have extra tickets to the show? Will he be bringing his manager…I hear she’s a woman, a real looker.
    Refusing to get caught up in the gossip, Rachael rushed through the register, loaded up the back of her Rav4, and drove to the inn. She pulled into a tiny driveway on the side and parked near the back door. After she unloaded the groceries, she kicked the door shut, and paused…listening.
    Something wasn’t right.
    Suddenly, the upstairs shower faucet squeaked and water flushed through the pipes.
    The inn was not unfamiliar with light paranormal activity from time to time. No one had ever seen a ghost, but they rattled pipes, tweaked picture frames, and shook beds. This was different. There was a lingering scent on the air—saffron, cedar wood, and something heady—and a leather jacket thrown over the back of the couch.
    Someone was in the house.
    She’d locked up before she went