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  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

He reached the top of the stairs and paused. He couldn’t take any longer than necessary, or Ralph would never let him hear the end of it. And he had a lot more work to do today, anyway. But he was surprised to find the thought of sitting down with Marge and having a cup of coffee didn’t seem like the worst way in the world to spend the morning. There was a chance they had more in common than he thought.

He glanced at the box of cigarettes from the corner of his eye. “Maybe some other time.”

Her big smile returned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

He gave her a small smile back. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? At least he wouldn’t have to do much talking. “All right.”

As she opened the door for him, she put a finger to her chin. “You know, I’m on the women’s committee at church, and I’m wondering if we couldn’t pull together a fundraiser for the Tuckers. A chili feed maybe. Who doesn’t love chili and corn bread?”

He stopped on her front step and turned to her. It was the kind of thing Caroline would have said. Her corn bread had been the envy of every woman in Moose Creek.

His smile was bigger this time, and it tingled a little as it stretched his face. He hadn’t smiled much in the past two years. “That’s a darn good idea.”

THIRTY-FOUR

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Bea sank onto the couch with a sigh. It felt good being in the living room with Jeremy, just the two of them. She rarely got home before her dad, but he was working late tonight.

Jeremy put his arm around her and pulled her close. “This is nice. I like snuggling when your dad’s not around.”

She leaned into him. “Have you called Great-Aunt Gladys yet?”

He brushed a finger over her cheek. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Okaaay.”

“Maybe we should make out.”

“Jeremy.” She squealed and smacked his knee. “Did you talk to Aunt Gladys or not?”

He laughed. “All right, we’ll save the making out for later. No, I have not. I thought we could do it right now.”

Bea gulped. “Now?”

He pulled out his phone. “Sure, why not?”

Her chest tightened. Why did the thought of talking to Great-Aunt Gladys make her so nervous?

Jeremy punched in the phone number and held out his phone. “Just hit talk when you’re ready.”

She shrank back. “Me?”

“Well, of course.” He gave her a puzzled look. “She won’t know who I am.”

Bea wasn’t so sure her great-aunt would know who she was either, but she took the phone from Jeremy’s hand. That look on his face was back. She couldn’t refuse him.