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Which was exactly why he shouldn’t be here.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWind too chilly for Ocean Springs, Mississippi, in November tickled down the back of her neck, and she shivered. She hated the cold. “Come on.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe didn’t move. “What’s this really about?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLike he didn’t already know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“This is about Atlanta, isn’t it?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd there it was. The reason she didn’t want to spend the holidays with Evan’s family. Even though she cared more for them than she did her own. They knew too much. They’d ask too many questions. Calling them had been a bad idea. A desperate act in a moment of weakness. No. She needed to get away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLike, far away. Or at least try her luck at a miracle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe glanced again at the B\u0026amp;B and wondered at her own gullibility. But then, obviously Maddie had gotten exactly what she’d wanted. 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