It was taking shape, at least on the outside. The snow certainly helped the holiday look. They’d shoot the window painting contest this weekend and would host a ceremony mainly for the cameras, but with a little luck, they could pull in some vendors and sponsors and turn it into a shoppers’ night and pre-festival celebration.

“Done processing?” Cat asked, kicking at a seam in the sidewalk.

“Almost,” Paige nodded. “Almost. Okay. I’m there. You slept with Noah. Okay. So, what does that mean?”

Cat gave a surly shrug. “Why does it have to mean anything? I mean, we had sex. It was great. End of story.”

“Is it?” Paige asked pointedly.

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to getting naked with him again,” Cat said, still not willing to make eye contact. Paige would take one look at her and know. This didn’t feel like just a quick, fun fling like she’d enjoyed before. No, this felt more important. Scarier.

“So, the sex was adequate?” Paige prodded.

“Adequate times a million.” Okay, maybe Cat could brag just a little without letting Paige know how terrified she’d been of losing her soul to Noah Yates as he whispered dirty little secrets into her ear while he moved in her.

“So, good then?”

Cat dragged her hands through her hair, instantly ruining the “effortless” tail the stylist had spent thirty minutes on that morning. “Like so much better than good I can’t even find the words.”

“Oooooh.” Paige dragged out the syllable in understanding.

“Yeah. That’s why my head is…” she gestured into the distance. “I’m orgasm drunk.”

Paige nodded approvingly. “Nice job, Noah.”

“Oh my God. You have no idea.”

“I probably do, but since my husband is your brother, you don’t want the details. By the way, Gannon is insanely insatiable in bed.”

“Gross. So, what do I do now? How do I go back to being normal?” Cat asked. She needed sister-in-lawly wisdom and needed it STAT.

“Are you going to get orgasm drunk with him again?” Paige asked.

Cat brought her shoulders to her ears. “I don’t know! I mean. We’re in town, and there’s not much else to do at night… but is he really the fling kind of guy? I mean, he’s got a daughter, and what if it gets out around town that we’re… uh… banging? Like is Sara going to be embarrassed and grossed out? Are people going to think he’s an idiot for rolling around naked with me since we all know it can’t last?”