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van’s sliding door. She placed her fingers on the frets and strummed.
    “What are you doing, lady?”
    “Your junk didn’t vibrate, did it? See, your sac—”
    “Don’t be talking about my sac anything or my junk. Look, I’m here on official business.”
    “I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.” Her bottom lip turned down and quivered.
    Why did he get the feeling that quivering was an act? “It would help me if you’d find somewhere else to park.”
    “I don’t know where else to go.”
    She looked like she was in good shape. What with all the maintenance Summer Haven seemed to need, maybe Lillian and Maggie could use the extra hand for a day or two. Couldn’t hurt to ask. “Tell you what. Follow me. I think I know where you might be able to park for a couple of days.”
    “Really?” She jumped up in the air. Bells on her right ankle jingled like one of Santa’s reindeer. “I knew you would help. I felt it.”
    “In my sa—?” Teague cut himself off. “Yeah. No. And no more of that talk.”
     
     
    Teague pulled into Summer Haven’s driveway with the VW van right behind him.
    Surely those old gals wouldn’t be doing anything crazy this time. If they could just make this happen real quick-like, then he’d still have enough daylight for a little fishing. Just introduce them and haul ass. That was all there was to it.
    He put the car in park and walked back to talk to the woman before she got out and started parading around doing flips or something. If he was going to foist her off on Miss Lillian, he needed her to look normal for ten minutes. “You never told me your name.”
    “Serendipity Johnson.”
    Of course it was.
    He could picture the eye-roll he’d get when he asked Miss Lillian to let Serendipity park on her property for a couple days. They would mix about like crude oil and ocean water.
    “My friends call me Sera.”
    Better. Much better. “Sera it is. I need to chat with Miss Lillian for a minute. You stay there.” He patted the door panel. “I’ll be right back.”
    “All I want is a parking spot. I can sleep in my own bed.” She looked up at the big house and then back at Teague. “One person lives here?”
    “Two.”
    Serendipity shook her head. “She’s a widow. I feel mourning all around. This house used to be a beauty. There’s a story here.” She held out her hands as if inviting something to land in her palms.
    He wondered what chakra colors Serendipity was seeing around that house—if houses even had chakras.
    “Sit tight,” he said, then turned and headed for the door.
    He knocked on the front door with two quick taps and waited. He glanced back to make sure Sera was still in her van. So far, so good, but still he was second-guessing himself. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to bring his Walmart boondocker to Miss Lillian’s? She was going to chew up this little flower child and spit her out without Serendipity knowing what the hell had just happened to her.
    Bad, bad idea.
    Before he could figure out another solution, the front door swung open. “Teague? Come to mow the yard today?” Lillian asked with a smile.
    God help him. He’d never make it to the lake. “No, I have a little favor to ask.”
    Her smile dimmed a little. “Ask away.”
    Maggie poked her head around the door and then stepped next to Lillian. “What kind of favor?”
    “You know, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—”
    Lillian grabbed his forearm before he could turn away. “Teague Castro, stop being so namby-pamby. You came out here for a reason, so spit it out.”
    He hooked a thumb toward the yellow van in the driveway. “This lady needs a place to park for a couple days. That new manager at the Walmart called her in.”
    “Park? What do you mean park? ” Lillian blinked with each word.
    Maggie’s face drew up like she’d smelled catfish bait. “You think Summer Haven is a campground?”
    Okay. So it was a stupid idea. “I’ll just tell her—”
    “Is