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you meet him?”
    â€œNot in a bar,” Teri said pointedly.
    â€œI thought you’d say that.” Christie rinsed off the dishes and handed them to Teri.
    Teri couldn’t remember ever working side by side with her sister before. Not as an adult, at any rate.
    â€œHe’s a decent guy, you know,” Christie said thoughtfully. “I’m not likely to meet someone like him.”
    Teri had to agree that she’d been fortunate. “Don’t be so sure,” she told her sister. “Think positive.”
    Christie snickered. “A lot of good that’ll do me.”
    Teri made a pot of coffee while Christie sliced the homemade coconut cake. Together they carried dessert into the dining room.
    Half an hour later, Johnny prepared to leave for Seattle. He hugged both of his sisters and as he walked out, he gave Teri a thumbs-up.
    â€œWe’ll drive you home,” Bobby said when Christie told them it was time for her to leave as well.
    â€œOh, no, I’m fine,” Christie insisted. “I’ll walk.”
    Bobby wouldn’t hear of it. “James is outside waiting.”
    â€œJames?” Christie asked, glancing at Teri for an answer.
    â€œJames Wilbur, Bobby’s personal driver.”
    â€œOh.” Christie struggled with little success to hide a smile. “I guess that would be all right.”
    Teri and Bobby escorted her to the vehicle. James, looking distinguished as usual, stood by the passenger door, waiting to open it for her.
    â€œLa-di-da,” Christie said, clearly impressed. She inclined her head. “Thank you, James.” Giggling, she gestured regally. “Home, James.”
    Without cracking a smile, James held the door and Christie slid inside. As soon as she was seated, she lowered the tinted window. “Wow, this is really something.” She sounded about ten years old, and Teri was touched by this glimpse of a more innocent Christie.
    â€œCome and visit us again,” Bobby said.
    â€œI will,” Christie promised. Then, with an exaggerated flourish, she pressed the button to raise the window.
    When James pulled onto the drive, Teri leaned against her husband. “That was nice of you.”
    â€œYes.”
    It was just like him to acknowledge his own generosity. But then—why shouldn’t he? “So,” she said. “What do you think of my family?”
    â€œI like Johnny.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œAnd Christie.”
    Her defenses immediately went on alert. “You…like…Christie?”
    â€œI do, but it’s you I love. ”
    â€œExcellent answer, Mr. Polgar.”
    Bobby chuckled. “I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”
    Teri knew it wasn’t sleeping he had in mind. “It’s too early.”
    â€œNo, it isn’t,” he said. “In fact, it’s two or three hours later than I would’ve liked.”
    Oh, yes, Teri Polgar loved her husband. At least as much as he loved her….

Seven
    G race Sherman Harding cradled the sleeping infant in her arms. The overwhelming love she felt for this tiny being was almost more than a single heart could hold. This was her new grandson: Drake Joseph Bowman. She smiled; that was quite a handle for such a small baby.
    She’d experienced the same sense of wonder when she’d held Tyler and Katie as newborns.
    â€œIs he still sleeping?” Maryellen asked, bringing two glasses of lemonade into the living room.
    â€œOh, Maryellen, he’s so precious.” This had been a difficult pregnancy for her daughter. Maryellen had spent the last five months bedridden. Both Grace and Cliff had done what they could to help, but it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, Jon’s parents had come from Oregon and were able to visit every day; otherwise, Grace didn’t know how Maryellen and Jon would’ve managed. Not with a two-year-old underfoot and Jon working all hours to support his