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looked at him, at those unimaginably blue eyes, and she did the only thing that seemed natural to her. She cupped her mittened hands on his face and raised her lips to his. She felt him hesitate, and then lean into the kiss. His lips parted; his tongue met hers, and she felt a rush of joy. This was her Bill, the man she had always known she belonged to him. The kiss lengthened, deepened, and she surrendered herself to it entirely.
    Then without warning, he pulled away and wiped his hand across his mouth. “Damn it, Maggie! Why did you do that?”

Chapter 6
    She pulled back, startled, and gaped up at him.
    “Why are you so angry? You kissed me too!”
    “You kissed me first. I’m a married man, Maggie! You can’t do that.”
    Maggie blinked back tears. “You’re right. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done that. It won’t happen again.”
    “You’re right it won’t! I’m going to call you a cab right now.”
    She reached for his sleeve. “Bill! No, let me stay and help you. It was a mistake; we can still be friends, can’t we?” She felt sick at the thought that she might never see him again. The kiss had been an impetuous thing. She did not remember thinking that she was going to kiss him; it just happened. It had seemed right, and his lips were just as she remembered them. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he would see reason.
    “Okay. You can come, but I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I need to think.”
    She nodded, afraid that speaking would make him change his mind. He set off down the street, and she hurried to keep up with him. Unlike the moment when they left the shelter, he did not look back to make sure she was keeping up, nor did he offer her his hand. She tried not to think about that, but she would give anything to take back the kiss and have his hand in hers again.
    He was headed back to the park. They had been there three times already, and she did not understand why he was trying again. When they got there, at first it looked empty, just the way it had before, but Bill held up his hand as if he was listening, and then set off at a run toward a dilapidated bandstand in the middle of the park. She trotted to keep up with him, but fell behind quickly, the cold air searing her lungs as she ran.
    When she finally caught up with him, Maggie could see him bent over a figure on the ground, and her heart sank. Was that Tasha? Was she dead? She hurried over to him, her heart pounding, and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Is she okay?”
    “She’s alive, but she’s freezing. We have to get her warmed up.” He stood up and stripped off his coat, draping it over the girl on the ground, who did not move. Bill called 911, and the two of them waited for the paramedics to arrive. While they waited, he pulled off his gloves and rubbed Tasha’s hands to warm them. Maggie’s heart felt like it would explode. He was exactly the same as he had been back in high school: kind and compassionate, and so generous. She could not believe she let him get away.
    The wait seemed interminable, but in reality it probably only took about ten minutes for an ambulance to arrive. The paramedics wrapped Tasha in warmed blankets and bundled her into the ambulance. Bill climbed into the back with her and Maggie rode in the front with the driver. He tried to make conversation with her, but her thoughts were absorbed, hoping that Tasha would be okay and that somehow, she could still have Bill in her life.
    When they got to the hospital, the paramedics rushed Tasha into the emergency room. While she was in the ambulance, they hooked her up to an IV, and she was so thoroughly wrapped in blankets that she was almost unrecognizable as human. She climbed out of the ambulance and found Bill on the phone with Tasha’s mother. When he finished his call, Maggie asked, “How is she?”
    He shook his head. “Not good. She’s half frozen. Her fingers are badly frostbitten, and I can tell they’re afraid she’ll lose