TITLE: "The Allure of Snow"
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own 'em.
SUMMARY: Josh shows Donna how nice snow can be…
NOTES: This was written in response to the December Challenge on the JDFF list. The challenge criteria was for Josh and Donna to have a walk in the snow. That happens…right at the end; I decided to let everyone have a little fun first. g
THANKS: Thanks to Sharon for acting as beta…also for suggesting bringing Jealous Josh out to play :-)
FEEDBACK: Please, send it my way.
**
"Donna, can you come in here for a sec please?" Josh called as soon as Donna arrived at her desk. She had been surprised to find Josh in the office before her, he wasn't usually a morning person, but she shook off her surprise, grabbed her notepad and pen, and entered his office.
"Morning, Josh," she said as she entered to find him leaning against his bookcase, arms behind his back.
"Morning. Can you close the door?" he asked, motioning with his head. Donna did as he requested and then started to move towards the visitor's chair. "Hang on," Josh said, stopping her in her tracks.
"Josh? What—" Donna's question was cut off as she was hit in the left shoulder by a snowball. She let out a squeal, dropped her notepad and pen and brought her right hand up to rub her wet shoulder. "What the hell…Josh?"
"Gotcha!" Josh said with glee, his dimples out in full force and looking like a little boy who'd just found some forbidden candy.
"Josh! Was that a snowball?" Donna asked furiously. He nodded his head rapidly, grinning widely. "Where the hell did it come from?"
Josh pointed towards his small office fridge as he replied. "I made it outside as I was arriving and managed to get it into my icebox before it melted."
"And you did this because….?" Her anger had subsided a little, but only a little.
"Because I figured it would be fun to hit someone with it," he replied with amusement.
"Really. And you picked me because…?"
"Because Toby wouldn't share the sense of fun, Sam would duck – his reflexes are too good sometimes – and CJ would kill me," he stated lightly.
Donna was rubbing her shoulder with her right hand and Josh looked a little guilty as he noticed the action. "Did it hurt?" he asked quietly, looking at her shoulder.
"Yes," she hissed; her shoulder was really stinging and her wet blouse was sticking to it, making it worse.
"I'm sorry," Josh said guiltily. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just thought it would be funny."
"Well, it wasn't," Donna replied. "God, I thought I'd gotten away from snowball fights when I moved down here."
Josh furrowed his brow as he thought about Donna's statement. "What do you mean? Didn't you think it snowed in D.C.?"
Donna narrowed her eyes as she responded. "Josh. I meant that I thought I would be free of snowballs since I'm no longer around Frankie."
"Frankie? Your brother? Okay, I'm really not following this conversation, Donna," Josh said as he sat down behind his desk and faced Donna, who had now flopped down into the visitor's chair, still rubbing her shoulder.
Donna let out a long sigh, trying to decide whether to tell Josh about how her brother used to torment her when they were younger. She finally decided that he wouldn't stop asking until she told him.
"Well, you know Frankie is a couple of years older than me, right?" she asked, and was met with a nod from Josh. "Well, every winter he used to try and impress his friends by getting them to help him attack me with snowballs." Josh started to chuckle but stopped when he saw Donna's steely glare. "It wasn't funny, Josh. Some of his so-called friends used to put stones and stuff in the snowballs, they really hurt," she said, beginning to sound a little upset as she thought of the memories.
"And when I hit you with the snowball, it reminded you of that?" Josh guessed. Donna nodded slowly, keeping her head dipped.
"Yeah…Frankie would never believe me about what his friends did, he was always trying to fit in with them, be one of the cool kids. Anyway, they finally grew up and stopped throwing snowballs at anyone apart from each other, but I've always hated snowballs as a result. I know it sounds childish, Josh," Donna continued, her tone conveying a sense of self-disgust, "but, I can't help it."
"Hey, it's okay, I understand," Josh said gently. "It sounds like Frankie has a lot to answer for."
"He does," Donna agreed. "He took all the fun and joy out of snow for me."
"How do you mean? Snow isn't just about snowballs, Donna, there's so much more…the first footsteps, making snow angels, hell, even making snowmen…he couldn't have ruined all that for you."
Donna looked up at him again, unshed tears beginning to glisten in her eyes and she sniffed a little as she spoke. "God, I sound like such an idiot but, I don't like snowmen either," she confessed.
Josh jumped up from his chair and sat down on the edge of his desk, only inches from Donna. "How can you not like snowmen?" he asked in disbelief, looking at her intently.
"We…when we were kids," Donna started to explain, "My dad used to challenge Frankie and I to build a snowman each. He would choose which one he liked best and the winner got to decorate the Christmas tree."
"And Frankie always won?" Josh deduced.
"Frankie always cheated," Donna corrected.
Josh couldn't help his chuckle. "Okay, how can you cheat at building a snowman?" he asked through his laughter.
"We used to put a lot of effort into them, you know…sculpt them and stuff. Anyway, when we finished I always went to get dad to come out and judge. While I was gone, Frankie used to sabotage my snowman." Donna's voice was very small as she spoke and Josh had to try really hard not to laugh any more; he could tell Donna was bothered by the memories.
"How did he sabotage them?" he asked gently.
"Well, one year he put a Mets cap onto mine," she replied seriously.
"And that was bad, how?" Josh asked, scrunching his face in confusion.
"My dad's a Yankees fan, Josh."
"Ah, yeah, I forgot that none of your family has any taste when it comes to sports." Donna rolled her eyes at his comment but remained silent. "You gotta admit though, Donna, it was a pretty ingenious attempt at sabotage." She glared at him and he put his hands up in defense. "Okay, but…didn't you just tell your dad what happened?"
"No, he would never have believed me. Frankie has always been the golden boy…I mean, they never favored him over me in anything that really mattered, and I know they love us both the same, but things like this, Frankie could get away with whatever he wanted."
Donna had dipped her head again while she was speaking, but Josh could still see the red flush of embarrassment on her face and realized that she hadn't planned on telling him any of the stories. He reached out a hand and raised her chin so that she was forced to look at him.
"Okay, come on," he said, standing up from his desk and letting his hand fall.
"What? Where are we going?" Donna asked with a tone full of bewilderment.
"I'm going to show you how fun snow can be, how nice it is at this time of the morning. It only snowed last night, there are bound to be areas of the White House grounds where the snow is still untouched."
He grabbed his coat from its hook and shrugged it on, walking into the bullpen and grabbing Donna's coat. He held it out for her and she slowly put it on, still looking thoroughly confused.
"Come on," he said encouragingly, leading the way from the West Wing.
*
"You know, we might have some time around lunch, you could build a snowman here," Josh suggested as they walked towards the North Gate of the White House, tramping through the snow and grinning at the imprints their shoes made.
Donna looked at him like he was crazy. "Josh, I am so not gonna to do that."
"Why not?" he asked seriously. "It'd be fun, I'll even help…or at least, I'll make sure no-one attempts to sabotage it."
"Everyone would laugh, Josh. I'm not doing it."
"They won't laugh," he stated matter-of-factly.
Donna raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Really? How can you be so sure?"
"Because, most everyone in there," he replied, pointing towards the White House, "works for me. They won't laugh."
Donna couldn't help but smile at his arrogance but she still shook her head. "It's not gonna happen, Josh. If you want to see a snowman out here, build it yourself."
*
"Josh, did you just get here?" the President asked as Josh arrived in the Oval Office for a meeting with the President and Leo.
"In the Oval Office? Yes. In work, no," Josh replied.
"So, why are your pant legs wet?" the President asked with amusement. Josh looked down and saw the evidence of his walk with Donna.
"You probably don't want to know, Sir."
"On the contrary, Josh, I definitely want to know. Have you been playing in the snow?" The mirth in the President's tone was evident and Leo rolled his eyes in exasperation, knowing the meeting wouldn't start until the President had satisfied his amusement.
"Something like that, Sir," Josh responded, trying to keep his answer short. The President gave him an inquisitive look and Josh finally filled him in on his walk with Donna and the reasons behind it.
"I think that's a fantastic idea, Josh," the President stated as Josh finished relating the story.
"What's a fantastic idea, Sir?" Josh asked dubiously.
"Building a snowman in the White House grounds. I think you should do that, in fact, I think everyone on Senior Staff should do that."
"Okay, Sir, are you just playing with me now?"
"No, Josh, I'm serious. It would be a good way for you all to get rid of some of the stress you carry around with you…let your hair down a bit. We'll have a competition and I can be the judge," the President declared. Josh and Leo let out matching groans and shared looks of desperation.
"Sir," Leo finally spoke up, "with all due respect, we all have jobs to do, jobs that are paid for by tax-payers. I don't think they'd appreciate us spending time building snowmen."
"Oh, Leo, stop being such an old curmudgeon; live a little. It'll be fun…I'll exempt you from the competition," the President offered and Leo got a gleam in his eyes that matched the mischievous one in the President's.
"Well, in that case, I'm all for it," Leo stated. Josh let out another loud groan and started muttering to himself.
"Good, good," the President continued. "I'll have a think about the way it should work and will get Charlie to issue everyone with some rules. Now, I suppose we'd better get down to business."
*
"A snowman competition, are you serious?" Donna asked skeptically as Josh filled her in on the President's plans.
"Unfortunately, I am," Josh groused. "Believe me, Leo and I tried to talk him out of it…well, I tried to talk him out of it, Leo just jumped ship when the President said he was exempt—"
"Josh."
"The President's insisting."
"He's insisting?"
"Yes. And it's really all your fault."
"How is it my fault? Is this some kind of 'Josh logic' at work again?" she asked with mild laughter.
"I had to explain why my pant legs were wet," Josh informed her, "which meant I had to tell the President about Frankie sabotaging your snowmen and everything…it planted the idea in his head."
"You always find a way to blame me, don't you?" Donna accused. Josh grinned at her, admitting she was right and she rolled her eyes. "Well, all I can say is my snowman is so gonna beat yours!" she declared, sticking her tongue out at him and causing him to laugh heartily.
"Keep dreaming, Donnatella, it's never gonna happen, I am a snowman master!"
"'Snowman master', Joshua?"
*
"Umm, Josh, the competition rules have arrived," Donna said hesitantly as she entered Josh's office later that afternoon. He looked up from his desk and scrubbed a hand across his face.
"What?"
"The rules for the snowman building competition. Charlie just brought them." She handed him the piece of paper and he quickly scanned it, grimacing as he noted the contents.
"You've got to be kidding me," Josh said as he finished reading, his tone reaching high-pitched levels and registering his disbelief.
"It's there in black-and-white, Josh, and is signed by the President," Donna replied.
"We have to work together?" he said in a whiny voice, indicating himself and Donna. "Damn," he continued, clicking his fingers for emphasis, "and I was so looking forward to kicking your ass."
"Yeah, that'd happen," Donna deadpanned. "Anyway, yes, each member of the Senior Staff, except Leo, is to team up with their Assistant. I'm as underjoyed about it as you by the way, before you start complaining," she pointed out.
"Underjoyed, Donna?"
"It's a word," she maintained.
"Sure," he smirked. Josh let out a sigh of resignation. "Okay…well, I guess this means we have to team up. Let's just make sure we win this thing, Donna. There's no way I'm gonna have CJ or Sam beating me."
"What about Toby? Don't you think he stands a chance of winning?"
Josh smirked at her before replying, "I think Toby is gonna do everything he can to get out of this thing, and if he can't get out of it, he'll just get Ginger to do most of the work."
"He can't," Donna stated and Josh looked at her inquisitively. "It says in the notes at the bottom that Secret Service Agents will be monitoring the competition, to protect us while we're in the grounds, but they'll also be noting the amount of time that each team member spends building. It's to be an equal partnership."
"Why am I not surprised? Since I haven't heard any yelling yet, I'm assuming Toby hasn't read this?"
Donna shook her head. "No, Charlie said he's delivering that one last and then running, very fast, back to the Oval Office. Toby hasn't heard of the phrase 'don't shoot the messenger'," she replied through a grin.
*
"So, I assume you've all seen the rules for the snowman competition by now?" the President asked with a grin as the evening Senior Staff meeting was winding down. Numerous groans and grumbles could be heard around the room but it was Josh who replied.
"Yes, and I have a question about it, Sir." All eyes turned to look at him. "If it's a competition, shouldn't there be some sort of prize?" he asked. "There was no mention of it in the memo you sent out."
"Ah, Josh, I'm glad you brought that up," the President replied, surveying the faces of everyone in the room. "It took me a while to think of something, but I have come up with a suitable reward." They all looked at him inquisitively and he continued, "The winning Senior Staff member and their Assistant will be treated to a luxurious dinner in the Residence; they may each invite one other person to dinner, if they so wish, and that person may or may not be another member of White House staff. How does that sound?" He looked proud of himself and was expecting appreciative responses; he didn't get them.
"Uh, Sir, with all due respect," Sam bravely said, "we could just as easily go out to dinner. What's so special about this? Will we be having dinner with you?"
"No, Sam, the winners will be dining without me; I will be otherwise engaged. While the meal is being consumed, I will be holding a discussion on the history of the snowman tradition in which all the unsuccessful competition entrants will be participating."
Groans could be heard around the room again and the eyes of most of the Senior Staff members were focussed on Josh; he could practically read their minds and prepared himself for the ear-bashing he was going to get after the meeting.
*
"You are so gonna be joining that discussion, Josh," CJ stated as they all left the Oval Office. He gave her an amused look.
"I really don't think I will be, Claudia Jean. I'm gonna win this competition," he replied.
"Josh, we took a vote earlier," Sam said, indicating himself, CJ and Toby. Josh looked at him curiously. "We voted that you should lose this competition since you were the one who put the idea in his head in the first place."
"Really," Josh replied, "and just when did you hold this vote? Before or after you heard about the wooden spoon prize? 'Cos, if it was after, I wanna know how you managed that in the 20 seconds between the meeting ending and this conversation starting. Have you guys developed telepathic powers or something?" he finished with a smirk.
"Josh, the point of this conversation is that you and Donna are going to make sure you lose; that way we can all put minimal effort into this instead of wasting our time. Seriously, if I didn't know the President would find a way to torture me even more, I would just throw you into the snow and say you were my entry," Toby said gruffly.
"Hey, stop ganging up on me," Josh whined defensively. "Donna's the one who started all this, you know."
"I'll tell her you said that," CJ shot at him and he immediately looked guilty, and worried.
"Look, I am not going to throw this competition, it's not in my nature, it'd go against the grain, as they say. If you guys want to win, you're gonna have to try and beat me, fair and square." He left them fuming and muttering under their breaths as he wandered back to his office.
*
"Donna, I found out what the prize is, and what will happen to the losers," Josh said upon his return to the bullpen. She looked up at him and waited for him to explain; he filled her in on what the President had told them. "We definitely need to win," he stated as he finished.
"I wouldn't mind listening to the President's history lesson," Donna informed him with a wicked grin. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Don't even think about trying to make us lose, Donna," he warned.
"I won't. As much as I'd like to listen to the President, I think I'd rather have the luxurious meal. So, any ideas on how we can win this thing?"
He gave her a conspiratorial look. "Yep. The two S's."
Donna shrugged her shoulders questioningly. "Sam Seaborn?"
"No," he laughed. "Skill and sabotage. You said Frankie sabotaged a few of your attempts, I wanna know what he did and we can try and put some of his ideas to good use."
"That's a pity," Donna said with a sigh.
"What's a pity?" Josh asked in confusion.
"Well, I was just thinking that Sam would make a good prize. Although, if we win, I could invite him to dinner…"
"Donna!" Josh exclaimed, then noticed her evil grin and shook his head in exasperation.
*
"Did you manage to get everything?" Josh asked as he arrived at work the next morning.
Donna followed him into his office and closed the door before replying. "Yes, but are you sure about all this? I mean…they're gonna kill us."
Josh grinned at her. "No, they'll kill you." Donna raised her eyebrows. "You're the reason the President got the idea for the competition in the first place and then you told me about Frankie's sabotage, which has prompted the rest of this; they're gonna blame you," he stated again.
"And you'll let me take the blame alone?" she asked mock-angrily.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he laughed and replied, "Yeah."
Donna let out a sigh of irritation, but the devious look on Josh's face caused her to laugh along with him.
"Okay, what time does this thing start?" he asked, searching on his desk for his schedule; Donna handed him the piece of paper.
"2pm. Well, we start building at 2 and we get two hours in which to build our snowman."
"Right. Well, I suggest that we do a little reconnaissance before then," he proposed. Donna looked at him blankly. "We need to find the best spot to build on and we need to plan out how we're going to do it; 2 hours isn't that long."
"Josh, don't you think you're maybe taking this just a little too seriously?" she asked, trying to hide her amusement.
Josh looked up at her. "No. It's a serious business, Donna. I don't want to have to listen to the President's talk…we have to win this thing," he stated seriously.
"I think you're going round the bend again."
"That may be true, but that's not due to this competition," he said, smirking at her as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "That's due to all the years I've worked with you."
Donna rolled her eyes, let out another sigh of exasperation and left his office, shaking her head.
*
"I think this spot will do, what do you think?" Josh asked Donna as he stopped walking on the snow-covered North lawn of the White House.
"Isn't there something in the rules telling us where we should build?"
Josh smirked at her. "Nope. The President forgot that little bit, we can build anywhere we want."
"Yeah, but, he's not gonna want to wander right around the grounds to judge, and he's also not going to want to have to post Secret Service agents all over the place; I'm pretty sure he expects us all to build in the same general vicinity," Donna stated, waving her arms around for emphasis.
"That may be true; I'm not saying we can't all build in the same vicinity," Josh replied. "I'm just making sure that we get the prime piece of land…the area with the most deeply-packed snow that'll make it easier to build with," he added.
"So, you're going to inform everyone else that they have to build where you tell them to? Don't you think they might have a problem with that…be a little suspicious?"
"Nah, they'll just be pissed that they didn't think of it first," he grinned. "Gimme the cones," he instructed, taking the traffic cones, that he had forced her to carry, from Donna's hands and using them to mark out an area in the snow. He then took some laminated signs from his pocket, which Donna had created on his request, and attached them to a few of the cones. "There," he said as he finished his task and stood back to admire his handiwork, "Josh and Donna land is complete."
Donna looked at the coned-off square of land and the signs adorning them and nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, indeed it is. Now we have both gone round the bend. The rest of the staff are gonna build a hut or something in Josh and Donna land and lock us in it."
"That could be fun; we'd need to find a way to keep warm," Josh said, grinning widely and raising his eyebrows suggestively. Donna rolled her eyes and started to walk back towards the West Wing.
"Hang on," Josh called. She turned around and found him approaching a Secret Service Agent. "You on duty for the snowman building competition?" he asked the agent and was given an affirmative response. "Good. Well, as you can see, we," he continued, indicating himself and Donna, "have taken the trouble to mark out our area. I'd appreciate it if you could make sure that it remains undisturbed."
"I'll give it my best attempt, Mr Lyman," the agent replied dryly, giving Donna a pitying look. The agent then spoke quietly into his wrist microphone; "Harvard has gone round the bend. I think his cute assistant could use some rescuing. Back me up, I'm going in."
Josh was shocked when he heard the agent's comments and was even more shocked as he saw the agent approach Donna.
"Miss Moss, if you need any help, you only have to ask. I understand what it's like to have an eccentric boss," he stated with a smirk and giving her a flirtatious look.
"Hey," Josh said gruffly, turning around and placing a guiding hand at Donna's back while they returned to the office.
Donna looked back over her shoulder and smiled at the agent; "It's Donna, not Miss Moss." Josh placed his hand more firmly on her back and quickened their pace.
*
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Toby grumbled for about the hundredth time as he and Ginger put the head onto their snowman.
"WE KNOW TOBY," his companions yelled in chorus.
The four teams – consisting of Josh/Donna, CJ/Carol, Sam/Bonnie and Toby/Ginger - had been working on their snowmen for just under an hour and all were cold and grumpy; except Donna, who was decidedly cheery - the Secret Service Agent from earlier kept glancing over at her and giving her more flirtatious looks. Josh had noticed this and was shooting menacing glares at the agent, but these were being ignored.
"Come one guys, this is fun," Josh stated, snapping out of his scowl and trying to brighten the spirits of those around him. "It's not every day we get time off to enjoy the outdoors."
"Since when have you become an outdoorsman, Josh?" Sam asked with a pointed look.
"Hey!" Josh tried to act wounded, but Sam wasn't buying it.
"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be so happy about this if you and Donna hadn't staked out prime snow earlier on," Sam accused.
Josh shrugged his shoulders, but his face held a mischievous grin. "It's not my fault if you guys weren't prepared."
"Josh, we didn't exactly expect you to create Josh and Donna land," CJ argued, pointing to the coned-off area that he and Donna were standing in and the signs literally saying 'Josh and Donna land' that were still attached to the cones.
"Hey, you challenged me; you told me to lose this competition and I told you there was no way I was going to do that. Donna and I took measures to make sure my prediction was correct, sue me," he retorted in a challenging tone.
Donna rolled her eyes as she realized the maturity levels were sinking again and she snapped Josh back to the task in hand. "Josh, a little help here would be good. You don't want the Secret Service reporting back that I did all the work now, do you?"
"Yeah. Speaking of the Secret Service," Josh said, looking towards the flirty agent. "Hey, buddy, can you quit making eyes at Donna, it's distracting her."
"Josh," Donna admonished with a gasp, a blush creeping over her face.
"Jealous, Josh?" Sam quipped loudly.
"Shut up," Josh yelled back before turning to Donna and giving her a look; silently asking her what she wanted him to do. She handed him a large-toothed comb and pointed to their snowman's head.
"That's another thing," Sam called as Josh took the comb from Donna. "What's with bringing tools with you? Don't you think that gives you an unfair advantage over the rest of us?"
There was a smirk on Josh's face as he considered his reply to Sam. "There's nothing in the rules saying we couldn't bring tools, Sam. You say that I'm not a real lawyer, but even I could see that. Again, I point out that it's not my fault if you weren't prepared. You got the memo with the rules at the same time as I did. Donna and I had a team meeting last night to plan for this; two hours of building time isn't a lot, we needed to come up with a strategy and, as you know, I am a master strateg—"
"Josh," Donna hissed, stopping him mid-flow. "Would you quit arguing and help me here?"
"Sorry," he said seriously, starting to run the comb through the head of their snowman. "Which hairstyle did we decide on again?" he asked with a grin.
*
"What are you doing now, Josh?" Sam whined as he watched Josh lift a jacket from the ground and hold it up against the snowman.
"Getting him dressed," Josh replied simply.
"You're kidding me! That's really not fair, Josh," Sam complained, moving into the area Josh and Donna were working in.
"Well, Sam, I'll be nice and fair," Josh replied, giving Donna a conspiratorial glance before turning to face Sam. Josh sighed as his face housed a look of exasperation, adding credence to the idea that he was bored of Sam's constant interruptions, "How about I let you take this jacket to put on the snowman you and Bonnie are building?" he offered. "Donna and I brought a few things to use so it won't be a problem."
"Do we really need clothes?" Sam asked wonderingly.
"If you wanna win, yeah," Donna answered; sensing Josh was about to lose the fight he was having with a bout of laughter.
"Okay, thanks," Sam said, taking the proffered jacket from Josh's hands and returning to his own snowman.
"One down, two to go," Josh whispered into Donna's ear.
*
CJ walked over to Josh and Donna a few minutes later. "How come you loaned Sam something to put on his snowman?" she asked suspiciously.
Josh and Donna gave her innocent looks. "We were just trying to help him out, CJ," Josh replied. "He looked like he needed it."
CJ didn't buy Josh's answer and continued to give him a suspicious look. Donna, sensing CJ was trying to figure out what she and Josh were up to, spoke up, "Sam was bugging Josh every five minutes complaining, so Josh gave him the coat to shut him up."
CJ contemplated Donna's answer and, seeming to accept it, she looked back at her snowman and then to Sam's.
"Hmm, well now I feel left out, my snowman is naked," she whined lightly, pointing to the snowman where Carol was adding a carrot for a nose.
Donna glanced at Josh quickly and then looked down at the remaining items on the ground beside their snowman. "Well, why don't you use these?" she suggested, holding out a pair of sweats.
"Hmm, you're not trying to trick me, are you?" CJ asked warily.
"No," Josh replied with irritation. "We just want to get rid of you so we can get on with our own snowman."
"Yeah, yeah, gimme that stuff," CJ said, grabbing the sweats from Donna.
"Only one more to go," Donna whispered evilly to Josh as CJ walked away.
"Yeah, but Toby's gonna be the hard one. Look," Josh replied, pointing towards Toby, who was looking at CJ trying to attach the sweatpants to her snowman, "I think he's already figured out what we're up to. He's not gonna fall for it so easily."
"He won't have to," Donna stated, pointing to the cigar on the face of Toby and Ginger's snowman. Josh got her meaning and grinned wickedly at her.
**
TBC