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but no one would starve, either. She’d think of something better for dinner.
    If she looked as tired and frazzled as Chris and Diana, she probably looked more like someone out of one of Marilyn’s horror movies than a bearer of Christmas cheer. If she was lucky, she’d find a moment to grab a shower and at least brush her teeth and comb her hair. There were extra scrubs. It might help make the situation a little more palatable even if the food wasn’t so great.
    Jaycee grabbed a plate and joined her fellow staff members at a corner table. Diana waved a sandwich at her as she approached. “There’s plenty of food, but I can’t boil water.”
    Well, of course she couldn’t. Or, wouldn’t. Same difference. Chris raised both hands into the air. “Don’t look at me.”
    For the love of God, really? There were men who knew how to cook. Enjoyed it. They even got all the good cooking shows on television. Why couldn’t she have gotten stranded with Guy Fieri? “So it looks like it’s all about me for dinner.”
    Chris shook his head and grinned. “Unless Pizza Hut has a delivery snowmobile, I’m saying yes.”
    Well, what did she expect? She was in charge and she was also the only parent in the group. Jaycee took a bite of sandwich and glanced around at the Walter, Harold, and Marilyn. “How about we plan a Christmas party? We can raid the activity room.”
    “Great idea. I can scrounge in the kitchen for some snacks while you’re scoping out dinner.” Chris gave her a pointed glance.
    Marilyn yelled from across the room. “I’ve got my entire film collection on DVD, we’ve got plenty of entertainment!”
    Walter groaned and shoved his empty plate away. “Not again, we’ve all seen them all about a dozen times. That’s a Christmas nightmare.”
    Jaycee sighed and stood up. “Kids fighting at home, those two fighting here. Cooking dinner seemed a lot more appealing.” She nodded at Chris and Diana. “Have fun.” She turned to Chris. “Keep an eye on Brad. He’s in a lot more pain than he’s letting on.”
    But, Chris rose and followed her down the hall. “I’ve got to find the snacks for the party. Microwave popcorn or something.”
    Her keys gained them entrance to the pristine industrial kitchen. As she surveyed the polished aluminum surfaces, Jaycee had another wistful moment of wishing about being stranded with Guy Fieri, or heck, even Gordon Ramsay. She’d take care of the patients and send Diana down to help him manage things. 
    Jaycee dug through the well-appointed storage cupboards and pantries. They wouldn’t starve even if they were stranded for a good month or more. She shuddered at the thought though. From the sounds behind her, Chris was doing the same. There was an occasional clunk as one of them sat something on the counter. Jaycee glanced at his pile. Cookies, chips, and soda. Well, he was planning a party, so she supposed it made sense. On her counter were more actual food selections. Industrial sized cans of vegetables, bags of pasta, and marinara sauce. Easy to cook, and not too horrible of a mess to clean up, which was her real goal.
    Chris moved closer to her, right as her phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced at the caller ID. “I’ve got to take this.” And not in front of Chris, either, so Jaycee stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. “Merry Christmas.” Yeah, there was a huge note of sarcasm in her voice, and she didn’t care.
     
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    Derek stared out at the snow-packed stretch of interstate highway. Not a lot of traffic, which was good, but also not a lot of evidence road crews had been out, either. The huge snowflakes illuminated in the headlights reminded him of the scene in Star Wars where the Millennium Falcon went to warp speed. Christmas packages, boxes, and luggage, filled the back seat. He spoke loud enough for his hands-free to transmit his voice. “You make it home yet?”
    “Still snowed in. It’s nasty