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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Part 1
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Part 2
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Part 3
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Chapter 48
  56. Chapter 49
  57. Chapter 50
  58. Chapter 51
  59. Chapter 52
  60. Chapter 53
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. Also by Susan Wilson
  68. About the Author

“I’m beat. Let’s take the dog for a walk and stretch his legs.” Ed snaps his seat belt into place. “I don’t think I like any of them any better than this old heap.”

“I know. They all look like oversized athletic shoes to me. I just can’t picture myself going to Potter’s in any one of them. But I think we still need to do it.” Alice kisses Buddy’s muzzle and points him back into the middle seat. “If we want to go any distance, we need a car.”

So the vacation is still on the table. Ed grins and points the minivan in the direction of a state park.

The day is fading into dusk as they get out of the car, but the air is slightly warmer, as if summer isn’t quite done. Alice has the bag of bacon crumbles in one hand. Buddy is more interested in those than in stretching his legs, so Alice puts him through his paces, treating him after every command. Sit, stay, heel. “You should work with him, too, so that he knows you give commands, as well.” Alice hands the leash and the bag of bacon to Ed.

“Okay, Bud, heel!” Ed trots around with the dog’s nose clamped to the side of his knee. He stops. “Down. Stay.” Ed lays the leash on the ground and steps backward about four feet. “I bet he can do this without the leash. He knows he’s not tied.”

“We haven’t worked off-leash yet. We’re not ready.” Alice folds her arms across her middle.

“I think he’s ready. Watch this.” Ed calls the dog to him, unsnaps the clip, and tosses the leash to Alice. “Buddy, heel!”

Alice covers her mouth with one hand, as if she expects the dog to run off. When he doesn’t, when Buddy simply tags along beside Ed, jogging around the pine needle–strewn area, her hand drops as she begins to believe. Ed knows that look, a bird watching her fledgling, a mother watching her child ride without training wheels. It’s that good-bye to old concerns, hello to new ones.

Ed stops; the dog stops. Buddy’s eyes are riveted on Ed’s. He’s loving this exercise. Ed fishes another crumble of bacon out of the bag and treats the dog. “Good boy.”

Ed tosses the bag of treats to Alice. “Go to Mommy.”