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she felt a ripple flutter through her heart. He definitely was a charmer.
    Quit it Becca. The last thing you need right now is a man. They’re all the same. Don’t let his good looks and charm fool you. They climbed the front steps onto the porch of the adorable house that was now her home. The pictures hadn’t lied. Reece was right in regard to a little TLC, but besides a cleaning, it was perfect. Becca smiled.
    “The lady is happy?” Reece asked.
    “Yes, I am.” She smiled as she looked up at the staircase before her. It appeared to be the original stairs but had been stripped and varnished not too long ago. The sunlight hit the steps and shone a bright light to the top. To her right was the kitchen. Becca walked into her new kitchen. A few modern renovations of the old traditional farmhouse kitchen only enhanced its look. The many windows in the large open room blessed it with sunlight. She walked through the kitchen, to the other side of the front entrance, to a small sitting room with a small sofa and two chairs by the fireplace. The décor and antiques that accented the room looked as though it belonged in a country décor magazine. The room gave her a peaceful feeling. Becca could picture herself enjoying this room.
    “There’s no television or Internet in this house. If you’d like, I can put you in contact with a technician in town who could easily set you up,” Reece offered.
    Becca turned and smiled. “Thank you. No need for a television, but I do use the Internet often for research.” Reece nodded and confirmed he would contact the tech to come by the next day. Becca then met Reece at the bottom of the staircase. “May I see the upstairs?”
    “Ladies first.” He motioned for her to climb the stairs first. She smiled. She liked being called Dr. Becca. It made her feel like it was a fresh start. No one in this area knew who she was, nor of her saddened heart. She liked it that way.
    The upstairs continued to inspire her. The antique four-poster bed accented the white walls as the sunlight poured in through the windows, hitting the white linens that covered the bed. Becca took a deep breath when she entered the bathroom, “Love it”. She turned to Reece. “I’ve always wanted a claw foot tub.”
    “I’m pleased you’re happy with the house. My mother,” he paused and then placed his hand over his heart. “May she rest in peace. She loved this ‘cottage’ as she called it. It came with our property and she had it renovated so my grandmother could live close by. After my grandmother’s death, my mother didn’t want to rent it to anyone outside the family.”
    “Do you think she’d be okay with you renting it to me?” Becca asked with great concern. She knew the woman had passed, but still she didn’t want to create any trouble.
    “I’m sure she would have loved you, Dr. Becca. You’re the right person for this home. That is, if you are still interested?”
    “I loved it when I first looked at the pictures. I’ll take care of it as if it were my own,” Becca reassured Reece. She followed him downstairs to the kitchen to sign the papers. Reece offered to carry her bags into the house for her. He’d been a perfect gentleman. His mother raised a fine man. After Reece left, she thought about a bath in that gorgeous tub and perhaps a nap in her new bed. But first, she wanted to check in with the hospital and pick up a few things in town.
    Becca’s drive into town took only minutes. She’d been looking to her left as she spotted the hospital, when she heard it. She almost jumped out of her skin. It had been so tranquil. She slammed on her breaks. At first it sounded like thunder, or maybe a giant firecracker, but it was a sunny day and it wasn’t the Fourth of July. Startled by the sound, she pulled the car over and parked along the main street. The loud sound drew people out of their shops and she heard them discussing what just happened. Then she heard the sirens and watched as the