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Оглавление“Where’s Feena?”
Stella’s eyes popped open and her gaze shot to the now-empty front seat.
“She’s untying the toboggan.”
“My saucer,” the little girl said as he unfastened her from her seat.
“It’s in the back.” He lifted Stella out and walked her to the other side of the SUV, stopping to get her sled out.
“All set,” Fiona said.
He leaned the saucer against the SUV and lifted down the toboggan. “Who wants a ride?”
“Me, me.” Stella hopped up and down before climbing on.
“I’d better grab your saucer,” he said.
“Feena carry my saucer,” Stella said.
Fiona’s face brightened so that it outshone the bright afternoon sun on the sparkling snow. “I can do that.”
“Teamwork. I like that,” Marc said, passing the saucer to Fiona.
“Teamwork,” Stella echoed.
Marc walked with Fiona and Stella toward the low rectangular building where they were all meeting in the snack area. They could be a team—a team of friends. Yeah. He and Fiona could be friends.
