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Dawn POV Seems the weather is not clearing up like they predicted, two days and it’s still snowing. I’m starting to think maybe this global warming thing is real. Colt and Bullet is huddled up in front of the fireplace snoring in tandem and I’m reading my emails. Marge is raging over this interview, but I just told her to let it be. What’s the use in fighting this now? Just let it be “Cocoa?” he asks and I nod “Thanks” he moves around the kitchen making the cocoa and I watch him. Since that night he’s been different, sweet actually. He doesn’t fight back, he’s patient and kind, like he’s silently letting me know he’s not a threat. Not that I’ve thought of him in that way at all, somehow from the start I knew he’s trustworthy and that he’ll never harm me. “Here you go superstar” he say