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white Ford Taurus. Taillights out!”
    Devine hit the lights and sped up. “Think maybe there’s a body in the trunk? Or drugs in the glove compartment?”
    â€œLet’s find out.”
    As Devine chased the Taurus, he wondered if Kinnections could help him finally get out of his rut.

    IZZY CURLED UP on the worn ice-blue sofa, cradling a mug of green tea in her hands. The television hummed low in the background, but the cottage held a quiet hush filled with peace and comfort.
    She’d been lucky. Arilyn had gotten engaged and moved in with Stone, which left her twin’s bungalow in Verily open. Izzy had moved in and for the first time in years felt like she’d found home.
    Everything in the cottage held an old-fashioned flare, from the white shutters, crooked porch, and cheery furniture in canary yellow and ice blue. The kitchen nook held a counter and stools, and a square table for bigger meals. The plank wood floors held colorful braided throw rugs. She’d fallen in love with Verily and its artistic patrons, slowly building relationships with the local bakers and shop owners.
    When had she ever been happy to stay home in the evening? When had the haunting voices finally stopped pushing her toward the next unknown road in a quest for an adventure, good or bad? Izzy tried not to question herself too much. She liked the person she was still becoming, finally clean and sober for two years now. It had taken her a long time to rebuild her family’s and friends’ trust, but with time, amends, and a willingness to face her demons, she was in a good place. Now, with her job at Kinnections challenging her mind, the final piece had slid into place. She’d spent so many years doing dead-end jobs with no thought of the future. Maybe if she proved herself with her computer skills, she’d be able to really hone her talent and help her friends.
    She sipped at her tea and decided to watch Star Wars: A New Hope again. Her obsession with the Star Wars franchise bordered a tiny bit on the obsessive, but who cared? Her sister Alexa was crazed over the New York Mets. There was something so beautiful and almost poetic about the battle between good and evil, and she refused to apologize to anyone.
    She slipped in the DVD, settled back, and relaxed.
    Until the knock came from the door.
    Frowning, she put down her mug and peeked through the windows. A smile curved her lips and she flung the door open. “What are you doing here?”
    Her twin sister, Genevieve, walked in holding a paper bag. She was still dressed in her scrubs, and her face reflected a happy weariness from her job as a surgeon. Of course, the thing in life that really made her smile was Wolfe. Her best friend turned lover held the key to both her heart and soul. Izzy had never seen a couple so perfectly matched, as if two halves had actually formed a whole.
    â€œI got out of the hospital early and wanted to stop in to see you. And I brought biscotti!”
    â€œOh God, the caramel pecan?”
    â€œYes. And the chocolate.”
    â€œWant some tea?”
    Gen wrinkled her nose. She was a hard-core coffee drinker. “No thanks. Just the sugar, please.”
    Izzy grabbed two plates and her sister laid the pastries out. They both sighed and stared at them for a while. Even when they were young, they loved sugar and dessert and got into fights with their mother regarding second and third helpings. Then again, it was mostly Izzy who got in trouble. Gen always backed down, not wanting to get their mom mad, but Izzy didn’t care and always forged ahead with no caution.
    â€œAre you seriously watching that movie again? You’ve memorized every line!”
    Izzy stuck out her tongue at her sister. “It has hot men and cool women with lightsabers. How can you not love it?”
    Gen laughed. “Fine, I give up. I can see you naming your kids Luke and Leia when you have them.”
    â€œI actually love that