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He had invited her back. Kate had to keep telling herself that as she wandered in that forested fog between the realms. Frank invited her and wanted to play guitar, and perhaps figure out a way to play some bass on it.
Cold fingers adjusted the makeshift strap she had fixed to her guitar. Ahead she could make out the exit gates standing open. Good, her feet had lead her to the right spot. Leaf litter had given way to snow, drawing a faint grin on her face -- there was just something satisfying about the crunch of the snow underfoot. She kicked at it a little before continuing her way toward the lodge.
Perhaps, mood willing, she could convince Frank into a snowball fight. Ormond seemed built for it, with all the nooks and crannies to hide in and behind. Or course, her mind chimed in, it was more to hide from thrown weapons and while getting chased than a thrown snowball. Shame.
The songbird came upon the lodge and paused at the entrance, peering in. Half a heartbeat had her stepping in toward the crackling hearth, bright eyes glancing for the blond. "Frank? Ya in here?"
