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were going to watch TV,” Calvinprotested, his usual sunny-sky nature clouding over. “Our favorite show is on, and somebody’s sure to get voted off and sent home.”
    Julie turned back to Garrett. “Excuse me,” she said, rising.
    Garrett merely nodded.
    She took Calvin to their bathroom, where Esperanza was filling the tub. The older woman smiled at Julie—she’d already gotten out the little boy’s pajamas, and they were neatly folded and waiting on the lid of the clothes hamper.
    Bless the woman, she went out of her way to be helpful.
    Julie felt yet another rush of gratitude.
    Harry sat on a hooked rug in the middle of the bathroom, panting and watching the proceedings.
    â€œI’ll make sure young Mr. Calvin is bathed and in his pajamas in time to watch our program,” Esperanza said. Then she made a shooing motion with the backs of her fingers. “You go back to the kitchen.”
    Was Esperanza playing matchmaker?
    Julie made a little snorting sound as she left the bathroom. Herself and Garrett McKettrick?
    Fat chance.
    The man was a politician, for cripes’ sake.
    Anyway, he had probably lit out for his part of the house by then, either because he’d already forgotten their encounter or because he’d guessed that she was about to ask for something—with all the pride-swallowing that would entail—and wanted to avoid her.
    Garrett was still at the table, though, drinking coffee and frowning at the newspaper spread out in front of him. He’d recently topped off his cup—the brew steamed at his right elbow—and when he looked up, Julie saw that he was wearing wire-rimmed glasses.
    For some reason, that struck her in a tender place.
    Seeing her, he stood.
    â€œI guess you must have heard about Senator Cox,” Garrett said, with a nod toward the paper, his voice deep and solemn and very quiet.
    Julie nodded. “I’m sorry,” she told Garrett, and then she felt foolish. “If that’s the appropriate sentiment, I mean,” she stumbled on. “Being sorry, that is.”
    She closed her eyes, sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose.
    When she looked at Garrett again, he smiled, took off his glasses and folded down the stems, tucked them into the pocket of his shirt.
    His eyes were the heart-bruising blue of a September sky.
    His expression, unreadable.
    â€œDid I read you wrong, or did you want to speak to me about something earlier, before the interruption?”
    Oh, but there was a slight edge to his tone—or was she imagining that?
    Totally confused, Julie raised her chin a notch. “Sit down,” she said. “Please.”
    â€œNot until you do,” Garrett said, grinning again.
    Julie smiled, plunked herself down on the bench and waited until Garrett was back in his chair.
    She was instantly nervous.
    Her heart thrummed away at twice its normal rate, and she knew it wasn’t just because she meant to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.
    â€œThe foundation—your family’s, I mean—has very generously promised to match any money the school district can raise to buy new computers and software for use in the library at Blue River High and—”
    A sudden blush surged up Julie’s neck and cut off her words. What was the matter with her? Why was she so self-conscious?
    This just wasn’t like her.
    â€œAnd?” Garrett finally prompted, putting his glasses back on.
    â€œWe appreciate the gift,” Julie managed lamely.
    â€œYou’re welcome,” Garrett said, puzzled now.
    Damn her pride.
    And for all she knew, Garrett wasn’t even directly involved with the McKettrick family’s foundation. Hadn’t she read once that his cousin, Meg McKettrick O’Ballivan, who lived in Arizona with her famous country-singer husband, handled such things? She would have to do some research before she broached the subject again, could have kicked