Starry Night

glanced out the window and saw that the snow, which had been threatening most of the afternoon, had started to fall in thick flakes. With the holidays so close, everyone seemed preoccupied. Carrie had gotten three invitations to parties and other social events from friends. Sophie had invited Carrie to join her family for Thanksgiving. Knowing she would be alone, even Harry had extended an invite. Carrie had declined both invitations, feeling she would be an add-on. She would have her own Thanksgiving, she decided, and make the best of it by herself.
    The last time she’d seen snow she’d been with Finn and Hennessey. The reminder made her miss them both dreadfully.
    Unable to bear this silence any longer, she reached for her cell and typed out with practiced ease. Miss you.
    Almost right away she got a response. Good.
    Where have you been all day? Finn had to know she’d been anxiously waiting to hear from him.
    In the air. Still have your hot date tonight?
    In the air? That didn’t make sense—a flight to Fairbanks from his cabin was less than thirty minutes. Are you jealous?
    You bet.
    Carrie grinned, and a warm sensation came over her. It’s snowing here; makes me miss you all the more.
    I know it’s snowing in Chicago.
    You know it’s snowing?????
    Big, fat flakes.
    Carrie gasped, and her fingers moved with urgency across the tiny alphabet on her cell phone. Finn, where are you?
    Chicago.
    She hardly had time to take in the fact that Finn was in town before her phone rang. She hit the answer button so hard the cell nearly dropped out of her hands.
    “Surprise,” he whispered.
    Carrie wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because she was so happy and excited and then weep because she had this stupid date and wouldn’t be able to see him until the end of the evening.
    “Where are you?”
    He named a local hotel about two blocks from her condo. “I know it’s crazy, my being here. I didn’t want you to be alone over Thanksgiving.”
    “I don’t care if it’s crazy or not; I’m too happy to care.” Carrie just hoped she didn’t embarrass herself when she first saw him by launching into his arms and bursting into tears. She’d dreamed about seeing him again. He hadn’t said a word that he was planning this. Not a single solitary word.
    “Do you still have to go to the theater?” he asked, andthen instantly withdrew the question. “Forget I asked. Of course you do. I’ll be here at the hotel waiting, and when you get back to your apartment, let me know.”
    Her doorbell chimed, announcing Dave’s arrival. “I hope you realize this is torture,” she told Finn on her way to answer the front door.
    “For you or for me?”
    “For us both.” Carrie had no idea how she was going to get through this evening, knowing Finn was in town.
    “Go. It’ll be fine,” Finn encouraged her.
    “Okay, but you’re going to suffer for doing this to me.”
    He chuckled and ended the call.
    Carrie took a moment to compose herself before she opened the door. Dave was impeccably dressed for the evening. He really was an attractive man, but she didn’t feel even the slightest stirrings for him. Just thinking about Finn waiting for her in his hotel room had her pulse spinning at the rate of a jet engine.
    The Christmas musical they went to see, which had gotten rave reviews, didn’t hold Carrie’s attention, but to be fair, she doubted she would have appreciated anything outside of a five-alarm fire. Somehow she got through the evening, although she felt it was only fair to tell Dave that she’d met someone else. Their relationship had never really gone beyond friendship, and he took her news well.
    Straight from the theater, Dave drove her to her homeand briefly parked outside the condo complex. The snow had stopped, but traffic was a mess. It went without saying that he didn’t need to see her up. She thanked him for the evening, and then before she climbed out of the car she impulsively hugged him. He’d been decent and thoughtful, and she was grateful for his friendship.
    “I hope it works with you and the other guy,” he said, and didn’t seem to have any hard feelings.
    “I do, too.” Carrie wished that more than anything.
    “He’s a lucky guy.”
    “I’ll let him know you said so.” She smiled as she said it.
    Climbing out of the car, she gathered her coat more securely around her and made a dash for the building’s entrance. Dave waited until she was inside the foyer, and