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    “For the most part it is. Herbs, flowers, a dash of this and that.” She set the bottle aside, capped it. “It’s what you might call a natural antiseptic. I’m an herbalist.”
    “Oh.”
    She laughed at the skeptical look on his face. “That’s all right. The majority of people only trust healing aids they can buy at the drugstore. They forget that people healed themselves quite well through nature for hundreds of years.”
    “They also died of lockjaw from a nick from a rusty nail.”
    “True enough,” she agreed. “If they didn’t have access to a reputable healer.” Since she had no intention of trying to convert him, Ana changed the subject. “Did Jessie get off for her first day of school?”
    “Yeah, she was raring to go. I was the one with the nervous stomach.” His smile came and went. “I want to thank you for being so tolerant of her. I know she has a tendency to latch onto people. It doesn’t cross her mind that they might not want to entertain her.”
    “Oh, but she entertains me.” In an automatic gesture of courtesy, she took out a plate and lined it with cookies. “She’s very welcome here. She’s very sweet, unaffected and bright, and she doesn’t forget her manners. You’re doing a marvelous job raising her.”
    He accepted a cookie, watching her warily. “Jessie makes it easy.”
    “As delightful as she is, it can’t be easy raising a child on your own. I doubt it’s a snap even with two parents when the child is as energetic as Jessie. And as bright.” Ana selected a cookie for herself and missed the narrowing of his eyes. “She must get her imagination from you. It must be delightful for her to have a father who writes such lovely stories.”
    His eyes sharpened. “How do you know what I do?”
    The suspicion surprised her, but she smiled again. “I’m a fan—actually, an avid fan—of Boone Sawyer’s.”
    “I don’t recall telling you my first name.”
    “No, I don’t believe you did,” Ana said agreeably. “Are you always so suspicious of a compliment, Mr. Sawyer?”
    “I had my reasons for settling quietly here.” He set the half-empty glass down on the counter with a little clink. “I don’t care for the idea of my neighbor interrogating my daughter, or digging into my business.”
    “Interrogating?” She nearly choked on the word. “Interrogating Jessie? Why would I?”
    “To get to know a little more about the rich widower in the next house.”
    For one throbbing moment, she could only gape. “How unbelievably arrogant! Believe me, I enjoy Jessie’s company, and I don’t find it necessary to bring you into the conversation.”
    What he considered her painfully transparent astonishment made him sneer. He’d handled her type before,but it was a disappointment, a damned disappointment, for Jessie. “Then it’s odd that you’d know my name, that I’m a single parent, and my line of work, isn’t it?”
    She wasn’t often angry. It simply wasn’t her nature. But now she fought a short, vicious war with temper. “You know, I doubt very much you’re worth an explanation, but I’m going to give you one, just to see how difficult it is for you to talk when you have to shove your other foot in your mouth.” She turned. “Come with me.”
    “I don’t want—”
    “I said come with me.” She strode out of the kitchen, fully certain he would follow.
    Though annoyed and reluctant, he did. They moved through an archway and into a sun-drenched great room dotted with the charm of white wicker furniture and chintz. There were clusters of glinting crystals, charming statues of elves and sorcerers and faeries. Through another archway and into a cozy library with a small Adam fireplace and more mystical statuary.
    There was a deep, cushioned sofa in raspberry that would welcome an afternoon napper, daintily feminine lace curtains dancing in the breeze that teased through an arching window, and the good smell of books mixed with the airy