Jody laid a hand on Paula’s arm. “There’s that, but you could have told her what a scumbag she’s married to without even mentioning our baby girl.”

“Thank you both. Now we’d better get breakfast done, and Mitzi and I need to get ready for church before your Quincy shows up with Hazel. By the way, I really like that name, but maybe I’d better not name my daughter that, since yours already has it,” Paula said.

“My daughter? You’re crazy,” Jody said as she headed back to the kitchen.

“And time has run out for my fairy tale. Mind if we save it for tonight?” Mitzi asked.

“Not one bit. You can even add extra to it with whatever happens today,” Paula said. “This has been one weird summer, hasn’t it? I didn’t believe in fate before, but I’m sure starting to believe in it now.”

Three rows back from where she sat with Fanny Lou and Harry, Graham stared at Mitzi’s gorgeous red hair lit up by the morning sun filtering through the church windows that morning. By shutting his eyes he could imagine the full, voluptuous body that went right along with it.

Tabby poked him in the ribs with her elbow. “If you start snoring, I’m going to kick you in the shins.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” he said out of the corner of his mouth.

“Then don’t even rest your eyes,” Dixie said from his other side.

He took off his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief he took from his pocket. “You’re not listening, either.”

“No, but I’m not sleeping,” Dixie said.

He managed to pick up a few words of the sermon after that, but if there had been a test after church, he certainly would’ve failed it. His mind kept going back to Mitzi in his arms after making love. Feeding her strawberries while they watched a movie that he couldn’t even remember the name of. Brushing her hair and telling her how silky and soft it was.

Graham was jerked back to the present when the preacher asked Harry to deliver the benediction. As soon as everyone was on their feet, he made his way to Mitzi and whispered, “Want to go out on the boat again this afternoon? It’s not supposed to rain today.”

“I’d love to, but I still don’t have a bathing suit,” she said.

He leaned toward her and whispered, “Then we’ll find a little cove and do some skinny-dippin’.”

Mitzi’s cheeks turned scarlet. “You better be watchin’ for lightning bolts, talking like that in church.”

Graham chuckled. “It does sound like fun, though, doesn’t it? Maybe I’ll put a pool in my backyard and then you won’t ever need a swimming suit again.”

“Swimming?” Dixie overheard the last part of the conversation and almost squealed. “I love going to the lake.”