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“Jess! Jess, come quick!”
In an instant she was off the sofa, sending books scattering across the library floor.
“What’s wrong?” she cried, bursting into the kitchen.
Anthony was perched on the counter, balanced precariously over the sink, his nose pressed to the window. He turned and grinned.
“It’s snowing!”
“Oh for the love of—You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry!” he shouted cheerfully. “Can we go out and make snow angels?”
Snow devils, more like. “Yes, alright. Get your…coat.”
But he was already off the counter and running for the door. Jessica shook her head, smiling.