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It tasted perfect, too.

“Works better with actual protein powder,” Mace offered his two cents.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“So…Attie,” I started.

Attie chose that moment to come out of the background, and Mace’s eyes lit with an inner fire that I often saw in Drew’s eyes when he looked at me.

He turned and looked over his shoulder without turning around, and Attie’s eyes widened.

“You’re…here,” she said softly.

Mace nodded.

“Told you I would be.”

Attie’s return smile was brilliant.

And suddenly I felt like I was intruding.

“I’m just going to take my laptop on the front porch and try to get today’s blog post written, okay?” I said softly.

Mace’s head turned back toward me, and he nodded once, thankfulness brimming in his eyes.

“You need more clothes on than that,” he said. “Wind’s got a bite to it.”

I snorted and left the room without another word, grabbed the snow boots I’d written a review on last week and shoved my feet into them.

The next thing I grabbed was the huge parka lined with a Sherpa like material that belonged to Drew.

The back read ‘KFD’ and it not only went all the way to the ground, it also drug behind me like a train when I wore it.

He’d given it to me last night when I told him I wanted to watch the snow and hadn’t taken it back this morning when he’d driven to work.

I moaned at the smell that wafted off it when I wrapped it around my shoulders, my eyes nearly crossing when I groaned in pleasure.

It smelled exactly like Drew.

Lemon with a hint of whatever aftershave he used.

I wished that I could bottle the smell and make a candle out of it.

Not to mention the smell turned me on.

Grabbing the laptop that’d been charging all morning in case the power went out, I stepped outside and was immediately assaulted with the cold winter air.

It was a cold twenty-five out, and the snow that was supposed to continue through the afternoon fell steadily in soft, fluffy flakes.

Although I was nice and warm in my coat, I still walked back inside and grabbed the quilt Downy had brought back, freshly laundered, and laid it down over my rocking chair before I took a seat in it.

Then, I wrapped it around my body, and got situated before I got my laptop out and started on my review.

I’d gotten about two lines in when I felt someone’s eyes on me.

Looking up, I smiled at Raphael.

“Hey!” I waved.