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dollar when I sell this place.”
    “You’re just playing hardball, and I invented your game. Name your price,” Morrie said sternly, crossing his arms.
    “Why are so willing to give your hard earned cash to me just to spend time with that mean old woman?” Jane demanded, crossing her arms in return and glaring.
    But they fell off her breasts as she stood when the muscled statue named Harrison Walter Graham II appeared to lean in her doorway and smile at her. She had to stop the sigh of pure feminine pleasure over all that masculine attention focused on her.
    “Hello again,” Walter said with a smile, glancing at the man leaning on the desk and swallowing hard as he recognized him. He put his gaze determinedly back on Jane. “My grandfather sent me to apologize again. He’s an old coot, but mostly harmless. I’m really sorry if he scared you with his golf cart antics.”
    Jane opened her mouth to answer but never got the chance. Behind Walter’s impressive body, she saw Lydia appear, stepping to the side in order to be seen around the giant man.
    Jane wanted to laugh at the older woman’s odd behavior, but it seemed so impolite. And she had seen a different side of Lydia today—sort of. Lydia teasing Harrison had made her think that maybe the woman wasn’t as terrible as she had thought.
    Just like maybe the male in her doorway would throw her over his shoulder and run away with her. Yeah right , Jane thought with a laugh, chastising her mind for wandering so far. She definitely needed to start dating again.
    “If you’re handing out apologies, hand one to Lydia too. Harrison threw her across the back seat and then practically ran over her when he dumped her off at the pool house. Lydia, in case you haven’t formally met the giant blocking the doorway, this is Harrison’s grandson. His name is Walter,” Jane said, wishing she could discreetly reach across her desk and smack her ogling father’s arm to stop him from checking out Lydia every two seconds. “Walter, this is Lydia McCarthy, one of North Winds’ most devoted volunteers.”
    Lydia pulled herself up straighter at Jane’s praise, and put out a polite hand. “You must be the firefighter son that Leland and April think is wasting his Princeton education. Good to meet you,” Lydia said formally.
    “Are you sure?” Walter asked with snort. “That description of me didn’t sound very good.”
    Lydia shrugged. “Your grandfather is a maniac, but he was an exceptionally good businessman in his day—probably still is. You look just like he did at your age, so one could assume you share his passion to succeed as well. I’m sure you must be a good firefighter despite your parents’ misgivings.”
    Walter bent and kissed the hand he still held. “Okay, I was wrong. That’s the nicest compliment I have received in ages.”
    “Good. That praise was my good deed for the day,” Lydia said, smiling at the young man, who was just as charming as his grandfather. “If you see my daughter, tell her I was nice to you.”
    Walter laughed at the strange comment. When would he see her daughter? Was she telling a joke? He looked at Jane for help as he held the older woman’s hand.
    “Wait—what are you saying, Walter? Your parents think you should do something else? What could possibly be wrong with being a firefighter?” Jane asked, tilting her head in her confusion, not sure why she was joining in on the craziness.
    Or why she was so interested in Walter’s grin when he sent it in her direction. Well, okay. Maybe that one wasn’t a mystery. Walter was easy on the eyes and hard on her libido that had decided to wake up since he appeared.
    “Walter is Leland Graham’s son,” Lydia explained, figuring that would tell Jane enough. She tugged her hand gently away from the boy as he laughed.
    “Don’t listen, Jane. It’s not as seriously warped as Mrs. McCarthy is making it sound. My father is a physicist. My mother is doctor. I’m their only