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shouldn't panic," I say robotically. "She

could be running late, maybe lost track of

time. Teenagers do that."

Others may, but Willow doesn't. She

hates tardiness, and if she is running late,

she informs me. A knock sounds at the

door, and when Creed walks into the

living room, I throw caution to the wind

and run into his arms. He wraps his

arms around me tentatively, and then he

holds me tightly, his heart pounding in his