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have gone somewhere else for dinner. But he didn’t. And I think you’re being too hard on yourself.”
    â€œI don’t have time for…for anything. Especially not for…well, you know. I’ve got Sarah, and my life is pretty hectic. Even if I didn’t ruin his digestion, I still couldn’t…have dinner with him. Bad timing. Other priorities.”
    â€œSuit yourself. But in my experience, there’s always time, if you want it badly enough. And if you do want it badly enough, surprising things can happen, but only if you give them a chance. Personally, I think Chilean sea bass puttanesca for two is a good chance to take.”
    Angela glanced over to the back door, to the great hulk of a man loitering there. Walt Graham, her new medical advisor in her camp program. He was a newly diagnosed diabetic himself, and under the close eye of Catie and her healthy cooking. Also the surprise of Catie’s life. Two widowed people, old friends from way back now with one reason to keep them together. No one had seen it coming, but everybody was happy for them. “Maybe for someone else, but I can’t take that chance,” Angela said, turning to the stove. Seven minutes to fix the meal, then she was going home. Out the back door, not through the dining room.
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    â€œI’ll admit, it was the best Chilean sea bass puttanesca I’ve ever had,” Mark said. The snow was coming down hard for early March. For White Elk that was good as it extended the ski season. And maybe, just maybe, he’d finally find some time to hit the slopes. He’d been intending to for the three months he’d been here, but so far it hadn’t happened.
    Angela rose from under the hood of her car, and glared at him. “Glad you liked it,” she snapped.
    â€œI suppose my logical question here is, are you having car trouble? Or do you simply enjoy tinkering with your carburetor in a heavy snow in a dark parking lot?”
    â€œI’m not tinkering with my carburetor.”
    He pulled his penlight from his pocket and shined it down,underneath the car hood. “That’s the carburetor, and it looks to me like you’re tinkering with it.”
    â€œMy car won’t start,” she admitted.
    â€œAnd you’re a mechanic? That’s why you’re attempting to fix it?” From the look on her face, he figured he was about to get hit with a snowball, but to put himself in the position of the knight in shining armor coming to the rescue of the damsel in distress simply didn’t suit him. Oh, he’d help her. It was the only proper thing to do. But he wanted to make sure it was on the terms of the relationship they’d already established for themselves. Contentious. That was the only safe thing to do when he couldn’t keep a safe distance from her.
    â€œNo, I’m not a mechanic. And I don’t know a carburetor from…from anything else under the hood.”
    â€œThen I’d suggest you get out from under the hood, get into the car and give it a crank so I can hear what’s going on.”
    â€œYou’re going to help me?”
    She actually sounded surprised, which made him feel bad. And guilty. She was a nice woman with a tough life. Maybe he didn’t want to get involved in all that, but he certainly didn’t want his problems heaped on top of hers. “Look, Angela, I know we’re got some differences—”
    â€œBig differences,” she interrupted.
    In spite of himself, he couldn’t help smiling. This was the Angela that intrigued him. “Big differences. But I never meant you to get the impression that I was downright mean.”
    â€œAnd rude,” she supplied.
    He chuckled. “OK, mean and rude. But I’m at a bad place in my life right now, which has nothing to do with you. And I really just want to be left alone. Which is hard to do when—”
    â€œWhen I keep coming at