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The shower was fun as always.
Sheila almost felt shy sharing it with the firefighter that Randall had turned into, but shy had never been a thing between them. Still, now that she knew the hard-core firefighter that lurked beneath his easy-going demeanor, it was like she was with someone else. Someone even better than she’d thought she was with, which was astonishing as she’d been counting herself damned lucky of late.
And Randall got her to smile as they went into the Bavarian Bakery to pick up the pies for dinner; the place was such classic German kitsch. But the sample cinnamon rugelach they’d split had been splendidly authentic.
It was so different walking through town now than it had been a month ago. It didn’t matter that the snow was artificial; the town glittered with tiny i
