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you’d give that up to live here?” She looked shocked.
    â€œFor now, and maybe longer. Mostly I just want to learn how to slow down and live my life differently.” He looked out over the water and sighed. “I’m still getting used to the pace, but I think I like it.”
    She frowned slightly. “I like it for a while,” she told him. “But I couldn’t handle a steady diet of this.”
    â€œIt’s definitely not for everyone. I hear the winters can be hard.”
    â€œAnd they’re not just talking about the weather either,” she said in a warning tone. “This place empties out right after Labor Day. I was here once in midwinter, and it was a ghost town—or a ghost island. They say the population goes from fifteen thousand in off-season to a hundred thousand at the peak.”
    He nodded. “I’ve heard that too. Some of the locals go around saying, ‘See you next fall,’ because a lot of them go completely underground during summer, becoming recluses until the tourists go home.”
    â€œWhere’s the fun in that?” she said. “I like the idea of popping over here from time to time in the hopes of spotting some of the rich and famous. I’ve hinted to Mom that I expect to get invited to some of the exciting parties I’ve heard about. Now that she’s a full-time resident, she could rub elbows with some big names.” Janice laughed. “Although it’s widely accepted that Republicans aren’t terribly popular on this island.” She wrinkled her nose. “Thanks to predecessors like Clintons and Gores. But it’s a free country, and I’m not afraid to express my opinions in front of anyone willing to listen, especially if they have a vote.”
    â€œYes, I hear you’re running for state senate,” he said. “Impressive.”
    â€œDon’t be too impressed. I might not win. Not this time anyway. The first go-around is more about getting your name out there…again. My father was a senator, but it’s been a long time. It’s not that I’m trying to ride on his coattails. In fact, there was a time when I was certain I would never pursue politics. In a way, I think politics came after me.” She finished her coffee and smiled. “Now, as pleasant as this has been, I think I better get back to check on those hotcakes.”
    â€œAnd the butter?” he offered.
    â€œI think I’ll force my mother to come clean about that.” She handed him the empty coffee mug. “Thanks, neighbor.”
    â€œSee you around,” he called as she went down the porch steps.
    â€œYes, I hear we’re having guests for dinner tomorrow evening. I suspect that means you.”
    He watched as she headed through the beach grass between the two houses, reminding himself to get some sort of grass cutting tool the next time he was in the hardware store. A path might be nice. Janice Grant seemed a pleasant woman—not hard on the eyes either. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly his type—not that he knew exactly what his type was anymore—but she came across as intelligent, interesting, and energetic. Maybe he finally had time to investigate the possibilities of female companionship. Well, except that he had Sicily to consider now. He stood and stretched lazily, reminding himself that there was no reason to hurry anything along right now. No schedules, no deadlines, no pressures…at least for a while. And he intended to enjoy it.

Chapter Six

    As she waited to board her flight, Waverly couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this exhilarated. Probably not since Neil was alive. The last time she’d experienced this kind of hopeful anticipation was probably the time they were getting on a plane bound for Mexico. Shortly after their first anniversary, they began planning a trip to Yucatan. It took a couple of years of frugality and penny pinching to