TWENTY-SEVEN
Staring down at the woman lying in the snow, with her white jacket and hat framing her smiling face making her look like some sort of snow angel, Jean almost forgot yesterday's resolution not to think about Audra. The seven other men standing around shared his thoughts, he was sure of it. Why couldn't she have stayed angry at him, like she was yesterday? Today she looked sweet and cheerful and waiting to be kissed...
"Your turn, gentlemen!" she sang out, springing to her feet.
Wincing, Jean lay down in the snow. He hadn't made snow angels like this in years. And the moves really were pretty simple. It was basically the same sequence repeated three times, then a couple of extra circles with his arms and it was done.
"Everyone got it?" Audra asked.
Someone said no, so th
