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      Chapter

      1

       Friday morning, November 23

       Mall of America

       Bloomington, Minnesota

      Rebecca Cory stood her ground despite another elbow shoved into her shoulder blades. She’d let the first two shoves go. A quick glance back at the tattooed man convinced her to ignore this one, too. The man towered over her, wearing camouflage pants and a muscle T-shirt. No signs of a coat. Quite a strange fashion statement considering it was twenty degrees outside and snowing, but not a bad idea in the crowded mall.

      Even with a glance it would have been hard for Rebecca not to notice the purple-and-green dragon that snaked down the man’s arm, its tail curling up around his neck and its fire-breathing head squeezing out of the T-shirt’s tight armhole. The tattoo crawled all the way down past the man’s elbow. The same elbow that kept finding its way into the middle of Rebecca’s shoulder blades.

      She told herself to be patient. She could finally see the order counter as the line to the mall’s coffee bar grew shorter. It wouldn’t be much longer. She tried to concentrate on the Christmas music, what she could hear of it through the crowd’s chatter and the temper tantrums of impatient toddlers.

       “…in a winter wonderland.”

      She loved that song. But it certainly didn’t feel like winter in here. Sweat trickled down her back. She wished she had left her coat back with Dixon and Patrick who were guarding a rare find, a bistro table and four chairs in the mall’s overcrowded food court.

      Rebecca hummed with the music. She knew all the words. They had sung Christmas songs on their long road trip. Connecticut to Minnesota. Twenty-one hours. Thirteen hundred miles. Surviving on Red Bull, convenience-store coffee and McDonalds. She hadn’t caught up yet on sleep although yesterday they all crashed after Thanksgiving dinner at Dixon’s grandparents’ house. The first holiday meal she’d had in years—turkey, dressing, real mashed potatoes and all the trimmings. Granddad said a blessing. Nanna served seconds whether you asked for them or not. Dixon had no clue how lucky he was. Family, tradition, stability, unconditional love. It gave Rebecca hope to see those things still existed despite being absent from her family’s life.

      Another elbow.

       Damn!

      She resisted looking back this time.

       What in the world was she doing here?

      She hated malls and yet here she was on the day after Thanksgiving, the busiest shopping day and craziest shopping crowd of the year. She’d let Dixon talk her into it, just like this whole trip, convincing her it’d be an adventure she’d never forget. He’d been doing crap like that since they were in kindergarten and he convinced her paste tasted like cotton candy. You’d think she’d learn by now that Dixon’s taste for adventure was pretty much like his taste for cotton candy, tame and sugar-coated, the hype being the most exciting part of anything Dixon did. What did she expect from a guy who quoted Batman and Robin?

      And poor Patrick, along for the ride, trying to be the good sport.

       Patrick.

      He was a whole different story. She should have found Patrick’s behavior endearing. Instead, she thought it a bit suspicious that this totally cool and together guy would want to travel 1300 miles to spend Thanksgiving with her and Dixon. Seemed a long way to go just to get inside her pants.

       That wasn’t fair.

      She knew he didn’t have any family to keep him in Connecticut over the long holiday weekend. His mom was in Green Bay. He had a stepsister in D.C. He’d asked if they could cut through Wisconsin on the way back, like that was part of his excuse to go along. That maybe they could just drop in and say “hi” to his mom. But no big deal if it didn’t happen.

      That was Patrick. Low-key, mature, steady as a rock. Dixon called it “boring.” Rebecca called it dependable and she liked that about Patrick even if she wasn’t so sure about his intentions. Dependable felt good. Having Patrick along felt good, though she didn’t like admitting that even to herself.

      They’d become friends working at Champs across from the University of New Haven. Patrick tended bar and Rebecca waited tables. She wasn’t old enough to serve drinks to the table and if there wasn’t another “of age” waitress working then Patrick did it for her, always so patient about it even when he was swamped behind the bar.

       Patient, kind, gentle…very suspicious.

      Pretty weird, or maybe just sad and pathetic, that she found all that suspicious. Mostly in the beginning. Not so much anymore. Next to Dixon, Patrick was her best friend. Her mom didn’t think it was normal for Rebecca to have boys as best friends.

      “Are you having sex with these boys?” her mom wanted to know. Then when Rebecca told her “absolutely not,” her mom seemed even more perplexed.

      “You’re not a lesbian, are you?” her mom had asked and quickly added, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

      In the last three years Rebecca had watched her mom and dad yell their way through a divorce. Her dad immediately married the coworker he claimed to have just met. Her mother reciprocated with her own stream of men. After watching the two of them, Rebecca had long ago made the decision to concentrate on her future, to use their love life catastrophes as inspiration. Her future was her escape and she wouldn’t allow someone, dysfunctional parents or a boyfriend, to screw that up for her.

      Besides, her love for animals, especially dogs, was the one thing Rebecca knew without question. Taking care of them, healing them would save her. She looked to it as her salvation from an otherwise dreary, miserable life. She knew veterinary school would be a long haul, but she was willing to put in the tough hours. Maybe someday have her own clinic. That and a pack of dogs, a couple of horses, some cats, too. Her mom wouldn’t even let her have a small dog in their post-divorce condo. It was just as well. Not having someone she was obligated to, had made it easier to leave for college and live on campus. Same theory went for not having someone to hold her back, distract her from her dream.

      When her mom asked if she was coming home for Thanksgiving, Rebecca’s first inclination was to blurt out that she didn’t have a home. But her mom wouldn’t have understood. And she certainly wouldn’t have allowed Rebecca to travel halfway across the country with Dixon and Patrick, so Rebecca lied.

       No, not really a lie.

      She simply told her mom that her dad had asked her to spend Thanksgiving with his new family. That was actually true. He had asked her to join them on their extravagant Thanksgiving trip to Jamaica. It wasn’t Rebecca’s fault that her mom hadn’t checked it out, that she would rather swallow fire than talk to her ex-husband.

      By the time Rebecca made her way back to the table, Patrick had gotten a Cinnabon for each of them. From the look on Dixon’s face she knew Patrick was making him wait for her.

       Add dependable and courteous to that list.

      It made Rebecca smile just as Andy Williams started singing, “I’ll be Home for Christmas.” The mall must have the same Christmas CD collection that Dixon owned.

      Dixon was singing the words to “I’ll be Home for Christmas” as she set down his Red