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them. It’s a lucky thing we found her when we did.”
    “I’m sorry. I know you care about her, I can tell.”
    He nodded and opened his mouth to talk, and then shut it as tears sprang to his eyes. He looked down at his phone, cleared his throat, and said, “I’m going to stay with her. You should go home.”
    His voice was clipped and cool, and her heart sank. She really messed things up with that stupid kiss. Why hadn’t she kept her lips to herself? She nodded and said, “Will you call me to let me know how she’s doing?”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You can call the shelter to get an update. They’ll know. Just tell them I said you could call.” He turned and headed for the emergency room, and Maggie pulled out her phone and called a cab.
    A half an hour later she was home. She could not feel her feet, and her hands and face were burning. Her breath had frozen on her eyelashes, and as soon as she got into the warmth of her apartment they melted, sending a stinging shower of mascara into her eyes. She hurried to the bathroom to rinse them, and decided to run a bath. She needed to warm up. She turned the hot water on and headed into her room to take off her clothes and grab a robe.
    She stayed in the tub a long time, trying not to cry. She could not believe what a mess she had made of things. All she wanted to do was to reconnect with Bill in some small way, and now she had probably guaranteed that she would never see or hear from him again. It did not matter that his wife sounded awful. Maggie had to admit; she might have been upset too, if her husband had missed a Christmas Eve gathering with her family because of work. It did not matter that his work was philanthropic; his wife had been counting on him, and it was understandable that she had been upset. No matter what, his wife’s yelling had not justified what she had done. She buried her face in her hands. She kissed a married man. Nothing could make that okay. She was a horrible person.
    When she finally got out of the tub, she put on fleece pajamas and padded into the living room. She bent to plug in the Christmas tree, and sighed as the lights came on, splashing colored patterns on the walls.
    “Merry Christmas to me.”

Chapter 7
    The next morning she slept in because she was still feeling sorry about the kiss. There was no point in getting up early. She was not due at her parents’ house in western Massachusetts until late afternoon, and with no kids or husband to merit getting up early, she decided to stay where she was. She woke up briefly to feed her cat, Mozart, and then she crawled back into bed. When the cat finished eating, he jumped up on the bed with her curled up on the pillow, breathing his tuna breath on her. She buried a hand in his soft fur and patted him, letting his warmth and purring lull her back to sleep.
    When she finally got out of bed, it was nearly noon. Still in her pajamas, she went into the kitchen to make coffee and toast. She took her breakfast into the living room and glared at the tree, which seemed to be mocking her with its cheerfulness. She could not deny she was feeling cranky and distinctly un-Christmas-y, but she plugged it in any way. She pulled down Mozart’s stocking from the mantle and shook it at him. One of the toys she bought for him had a little bell on it, and it jingled merrily, causing his ears to twitch. She laughed and sat down on the floor, pulling him into her lap so she could show him the salmon treats and toys. Once she pulled everything out of the stocking, he ran into a corner with a toy that was filled with catnip. He rolled around chewing it and throwing it around with his paws, and she could not help but laugh. At least he was easy to please!
    She had a few presents under the tree, including a couple from Patrick. She flipped on the television to watch the annual marathon of “A Christmas Story” and decided to open her gifts. She would have more to open later at her