Clare shot Adam a startled look across the table. “How did you know?” “I ran into Reverend Nichols in town today. He said you two crossed paths by the creek on your birthday.” “Your birthday was last week?” Nicole stared at her. “We didn’t even have a cake!” Clare flushed. “I don’t need a cake. And I stopped counting birthdays a long time ago.” “But birthdays are a big deal! We should have had a party or something!” “I agree,” Adam said. Then he turned to Clare. “Do you have anything planned tomorrow?” She stared at him, taken aback. Her Saturdays were generally her own, except when Adam had patients in the hospital. Then she watched Nicole for a couple of hours in the morning, as she was planning to do tomorrow. “I’ll be over here in the morning while you’re gone. That’s about it.” “Good. Then how about we go out to lunch when I get home, and afterward take the sled to Logan’s Hill? I heard we’re supposed to get several inches of snow tonight, now that our brief reprieve from winter is over.”
