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colors and such for his house that is being remodeled.” She watched Mitchell’s puckered brow and realized he felt the same disappointment as she did. “Then he asked if we wanted to go for a boat ride on the lake afterward,” she said grinning like a fool, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.
    “Woohoo, you go, girl!” He raised his hand and she slapped his palm.
     

Naptime
     
     
    “Dr. Mac,” Zoe said, squealing from the backseat when Beth pulled her aging compact Honda behind Mac’s BMW.
    Beth’s first shock came from the house. Remodeling my butt, she thought, looking at the new structure being added to the right side of the house, more than doubling the size of the current cedar-sided home.
    “In a minute, Zoe. Let me get out of the car first.”
    “Out, out, out.” Her little legs were kicking the car seat as she tried to unhook the straps holding her in.
    “No,” Beth said, scolding. “You don’t let yourself out, not until Mommy tells you.  Do you want to see Dr. Mac?” she asked with a sharp mother’s eye.
    “Yes,” Zoe replied happily, her excitement bubbling over.
    “Then you need to be a good girl.”
    Zoe held her finger up showcasing the ruby ring. “I’m a good girl.”
    “Yes, you’re a good girl.” Beth opened the back door, reached in and unhooked Zoe, then set her tiny feet on the driveway.  Before she could even shut the door Zoe was off on a full-fledged run.
    “Dr. Mac.” Zoe was screeching while her little legs pumped in an effort to reach him with her arms up in the air.
    He picked her up and settled her on his hip.
    Beth got her second shock. Mac hadn’t shaved.  She hoped she wasn’t drooling because she was pretty sure her mouth was hanging wide open. When he raised an eyebrow at her and grinned that knowing look of his, she knew she had been caught.
    Grabbing her oversized purse from the passenger seat, she turned to see Zoe running her hands on Mac’s face and felt a jolt of jealousy over her little girl.
    “Soft,” Zoe stated and giggled.
    “I bet it is,” Beth mumbled to herself, and made her way toward Mac.
    “Need a hand?” he asked, obviously noticing the two bags over her shoulder.
    “No, I’m fine, but thanks,” she answered nervously.  What was she doing here?  She couldn’t stop wondering that in her mind.
    He led her up the two steps of his front porch, which was barren of any furniture, then through the front door centered in the middle of the house.
    A few steps past the foyer he pointed to a door on right. “Half bath, in case someone decides they need to go at the last minute,” he said, nodding his head at Zoe, who was content to remain in Mac’s arms.  A few more steps in and they were in a wide-open living area.  To the left, a recently remodeled kitchen took up the entire half of the house from front to back. Well, almost. There was a small breakfast nook, but that was also bare at the moment.
    Mahogany cabinets lined three walls, stainless steel appliances, off-white quartz countertops and cream and mahogany-colored subway tile made up the backsplash.  A massive four-stool island was in the center. It was a chef’s dream kitchen, and Beth was afraid she might be salivating once again.  Too bad the walls were off-white. It really needed some color.
    “Did you have the kitchen done first?” she asked.
    “What? Oh no, the previous owners gutted and remodeled the entire house last summer before they decided to sell it. I liked their style, but the house is a bit small for me, so I’m adding on.”
    She nodded. The house seemed like a perfect size for her and Zoe. She wouldn’t have changed much either, other than a bit of decor.  She looked to the right and saw a living space with an oversized sectional and recliner. Of course there was a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall, every man’s requirement. Too bad there were more of the same plain off-white walls.
    “They did a beautiful job. I love the floors,”