The temperatures were dropping like crazy tonight. Mary’s boots squeaked against the dry snow. “They’re starting to wrap up,” he said, tipping his head toward the cabin porch. “Thank God. I’m ready for bed.” “If you want to walk Jill home, I can drive Veronica back and then swing by and pick you up. Jill can come back for her car tomorrow.” Mary’s scornful look said it all. “Why would I want to walk Jill home?” He shrugged. “Fine. I wanted you to meet her. She’s kick-ass and single.” “From what I heard from the porch, she’s on the rebound.” “We’re not in our twenties anymore, Mary. You’re capable of negotiating a rebound.” She rolled her eyes. “I tell you what. We’ll both drive Veronica home and drop Jill off on the way.” “Right,” he said. “Okay.”
