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buy.”
    Jo fumbled in her purse for her credit card. “And maybe next time you'll listen to what I'm trying to tell you.”
    The bells over the coffee shop door rang out, drawing their attention as well as the owners, who was busily wiping down the bar counter with a damp cloth. “Hey, man! You made it!”
    He walked around the bar and met the new customer half- way. The two embraced for a second, one of those back-slapping, guy things, and then the newcomer said, “Sammy! It's good to see you again. How's business?”
    Kaylee felt a tingle of awareness at the sound of his voice, but she had known it was him the moment he stepped inside the cafe. Hoping to avoid notice, she dropped her eyes and tucked her chin. “See you tomorrow, Jo.”
    Half an hour later, still restless although she felt so tired she could barely hold her head up, Kaylee tied her bath robe and padded barefoot through the living room of her one bedroom apartment, making a bee-line for the snow globe. She still didn't know why she felt so drawn to the thing, but looking at it made her feel at ease somehow. Less troubled and less … alone. Everything seemed so perfect inside. So peaceful and serene and … .
    Looking into the glass, she couldn't help but think the people in that house loved each other. Real love. The kind of love that didn't go away, ever, no matter what. The man inside would never walk out on his woman a month before their wedding, leaving her scarred and afraid to risk her heart again no matter how tempting it may be to do so.
    Lifting the ball, she peered in at the beautiful abundance of thick, glistening snow covering the fence, the yard, the trees, the house, and Jo's words at the coffee shop came back to her. Was she finally getting over the pain of being jilted two years ago? Was she truly ready to start over, to try again for love?
    Frowning now, she closed her eyes and shook the ball, thinking if her subconscious were really as smart as Jo seemed to think it was, it could have produced a much better sign or clue than torturing her from sleep with dreams of Daniel every night.
    Give me a sign . The thought whispered unconsciously through her thoughts in the brief instant before she opened her eyes and looked down at the ball again. The snow, which moments before had blanketed every surface inside was in the air, was trickling slowly downward. But what caught her eye was the dog resting on his haunches on the path leading from the stoop outside the front door.
    It looked a lot like Sarge, she thought. Definitely a golden retriever, but—how had she missed it before? Tilting the ball this way and that, she watched as artificial snow slowly covered the ground and walkway again, piling up over and around the dog while her thoughts drifted to a pair of fascinating gray eyes.
    Setting the glass ball carefully back into its stand, she clicked off the lamp and headed into the bedroom. Slipping off her robe, she got into bed and pulled the quilt up to her chin. Staring unseeing through the darkness at the ceiling, she wondered if maybe Jo was right. Perhaps it was time she stopped letting what happened to her in the past keep her from enjoying the present.

Chapter 4
    K aylee woke the next morning feeling rested and strangely exhilarated. For the first time in a week, her sleep hadn't been interrupted by disturbing dreams of her ex-fiance; she'd actually slept the entire night through!
    Still groggy, she stretched and turned to peer sleepily at her clock, wondering how long she had to laze in bed before her alarm went off. 8:00. Eight? No, that couldn't be right. She'd scheduled today's first grooming appointment for eight! Kaylee blinked once, then jolted into action. Springing up, she flung off the covers and grabbed her cell phone, quickly flipping through a few screens before punching the green call button with her thumb.
    Her 8:00 a.m. appointment answered on the second ring. “Mrs. O'Reilly? Yes, it's Kaylee. I'm running a little