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down to show how much she agreed with him. “We’d better go downstairs.”
    â€œAnd talk a little about my client,” he continued for her.
    â€œAnd then you can take me to the school.”
    He picked up her brandy and handed it to her. Then he took his own. “Come on. Let’s go.”
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    Ross shrugged out of his jacket when they got downstairs. He tossed it over a chair and they sat in front of the fire, on either end of one of those comfortable chenille sofas.
    â€œNow,” she said in a businesslike tone. “What do you want to know about Jenny?”
    â€œI want background, that’s all. Just tell me about her. What you know of her history, what you’ve observed from contact with her.”
    â€œTruthfully, Ross, I’m sure I don’t have anything to say that you haven’t already heard.”
    â€œLet me be the judge of that.”
    So she shared what she knew.
    Jennifer McCallum, natural daughter of Jeremiah Kincaid and Mary March, adopted child of Jessica and Sterling McCallum, had been through a lot in her five years of life. At first she was a mystery baby, found abandoned on the steps of the Kincaid ranch house. And then an evil woman intent on stealing her birthright had kidnapped her. Fortunately, Jenny had been rescued unharmed and the kidnapper had been caught. Then, at the age of three, Jenny was stricken with leukemia. For a time, they’d all believed she would die. But her long-lost half brother, Wayne Kincaid, had stepped forward, a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant that had saved Jenny’s life.
    â€œNow,” Lynn told Ross, “her health is stabilized—which I’m sure her doctor has told you.”
    â€œYes,” he said. “That’s what I understood.”
    â€œShe’s doing very well in school, which I think I already mentioned.”
    â€œYou did, that’s true.” He laughed. Heseemed…totally relaxed now. And she felt relaxed, too. Those dangerous moments upstairs seemed long ago and far away, as if they had happened between two other people.
    â€œWhat else?” he prompted.
    She thought for a moment. “Well, socially, she’s a dream. Friendly and outgoing. You wouldn’t believe to talk to her that she’s ever been treated with anything but gentleness and love.”
    â€œYou’re saying she makes friends easily?”
    â€œThat’s an understatement. You must have heard what they call her. The darling of Whitehorn. It may sound corny, but it’s the truth. She is just that.”
    â€œAnd she and Sara Mitchell…?”
    â€œAs Sara told you, the two are best friends.” Lynn chuckled. “They spend every moment they can together. And they won’t stop trading their personal belongings. Snack boxes and art supply cases, sweaters and hair clips. You name it. At first I tried to keep the trading under control. But since neither Danielle nor the McCallums seem bothered by it, I’ve gotten so I just let it go. It pleases them so. And in the end, everything equals out. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself….”
    His gaze scanned her face. “The two of them, Sara and Jennifer, they’re your favorites, aren’t they?”
    Was her preference that obvious? She tried to look stern. “A good teacher doesn’t play favorites.”
    â€œStill, deep in your heart, you feel something special for them.”
    After what had transpired upstairs, she wasn’t sure if she should be telling this particular man about anything that came from “deep in her heart.”
    But then again, they’d pulled themselves backfrom the brink, hadn’t they? They had a tacit understanding now. She would give him the information he sought—and then he would drive her to her car.
    It was only Jenny and Sara they were discussing now. Nothing risky. Nothing really personal.
    She wanted to shuck off her pretty shoes,