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Chapter 2
Chapter Two Holly Cook stared into the darkness of Matt’s house and reflected—rather wryly—that her thought that the night couldn’t get any worse was being proven wrong with gusto. She heard Matt curse, a dog woof, and then the sound of him hitting the corner of the coffee table. “Dammit, Arya, Sansa, whoever you are, stay!” Matt practically growled. “I’m going to get a flashlight.” He tromped off, the click of the dogs’ nails following him. When she’d left Louisiana two days ago, she hadn’t had any destination in mind beyond getting away. She’d packed up her car and driven off, no course set, no idea of where she’d end up. She’d just gone north. Driving through Arkansas and then Missouri, she’d arbitrarily decided to stop in Kansas City when she’d gotten a flat…and then the blizzard h
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