I snuggled closer to Tom. I had very little besides the revolver to put under the tree for him, I resolved to look for another gift in the Killdeer shops. A little shopping trip would cheer me up after I finished with Arthur. Of course, to get to Killdeer, I would first have to shovel out the Rover.

Make that, sleep for five hours.

When my alarm shrilled at five A.M., the darkness in the house seemed impenetrable. Out the window, the spruce had .vanished. How much more snow had fallen? I shivered and checked my new clock. It was one of those digital jobs with a battery that kicks in when the power goes off. Through my early morning daze, I realized that that was precisely what had happened. I shivered, then concluded that with no power, there were no streetlights, no nightlights or - more crucially - no heat. Unless it was an extended outage, the contents of my refrigerator and freezer should be fine. Still, I wondered if we could afford to move to Arizona.

"Don't go," Tom murmured.

"Don't the Rockies train near Phoenix?" I asked. "When does spring training start?"

"What?"

"I'm talking about the baseball team, Tom."

He groaned, turned over, and pulled me in for a gentle hug that melted my body's residual stiffness from the accident. "End of February. You want to worry about sports, the Broncos are playing Kansas City tomorrow."

"I won’t to have an excuse to go to Arizona, and following our baseball team's spring training might be the excuse I'm looking for. At the moment, though, I have to pack up for my personal chef job."

"Not yet," he murmured into my ear. He moved his hands along my lower back. "You're freezing, for heaven's sake. Let me warm you up."

After carefully moving my sore arm, I yielded happily. What was there to worry about? The food was done, and if the Rover was four-wheel drive, why bother to dig it out? Besides, I thought as I kissed Tom's inviting mouth and rolled in closer to him, this was our favorite thing to do together, right?

Twenty minutes later, I felt much warmed and much revived. After a quick shower - there was still hot water in our tank, thank God - I toweled my wiry-wet blond curls. Maybe the ghostly effect of the two candles I'd lit in the bathroom - our flashlights had vanished sometime during the kitchen remodeling - made me appreciate all we had. Just think, I reflected as I buttoned my catering uniform, the medieval monks had it worse than this. True, they washed and dressed by cold candlelight in the morning's wee hours, but without hot water or hotter sex, how good could they have felt when their day began?

To my surprise, Arch woke and slid from his bed without complaint. He wasn't cold, because he'd slept in his ski clothes. That was one way around a power outage.

I handed him a candle for the bathroom and then made my way downstairs. From their lair off the dining room, Jake the bloodhound and Scout the cat began to stir. In addition to the drains, one issue that had sent the county health inspector into the ozone layer had been our family's ownership of a dog and a cat. Per code, Tom had dutifully partitioned off a separate space in our dining room. Within this designated pet area, Tom had built a canine-feline exit to the out-of-doors. Our dining room looked like someone had stuck a large closet in it, but that was all right. Think of a pet store next to a caterer's, I'd said to the inspector, when I called to tell him of the change. He'd snorted and hung up on me.