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laugh, enjoying Jane’s loud Dad protest behind him.
    Walter laughed and put out a hand to shake. “Thanks for your blessing, Mr. Fox. You don’t know this, but you’re my favorite business role model. I’ve studied you and read all your books. Maybe we can get together to talk, so you can get to know me before Jane and I get married.”
    “Sure. Sure. Sounds great. Call me Morrie. Why don’t you and Jane make dinner plans and include me sometime?” Morrie said smoothly, shaking the young man’s hand and appreciating the firm grip.
    Walter Graham might not work out for the long haul, but Morrie would bet this boy wouldn’t let Nathan Waterfield get within a mile of Jane. And he might reset his daughter’s opinions of what made a good man. The thought of Walter pursuing Jane cheered him greatly.
    “You really do favor your grandfather, and not just in looks,” Morrie said sincerely.
    “That’s a great compliment. Could you make sure you tell Harrison that? He loves thinking of me as his progeny. In fact, I thought ‘progeny’ was my name until I was three,” Walter said easily, liking the man’s sense of humor as he heard Morrie laugh.
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    Lydia cleared her throat as she stepped back out of Jane’s office doorway, trying to find a way to rescind her offer now that she knew Jane’s father was in charge. But before she could come up with a good reason, Morrison Fox had a hand under her elbow steering her outdoors and across the grounds.
    “Let’s go check out the renovations, Lydia. The kitchen is being finished this week and is being set up for catering. That really just leaves the matter of the bathrooms and the sitting area to redesign. Want to have lunch so we can talk about it?” Morrie asked.
    “No I do not want to have lunch. Besides, it’s four in the afternoon,” Lydia said, digging in her heels and wrenching her elbow from his grasp. “What is wrong with you?”
    “Dinner then?” Morrie suggested, watching her face flood with irritated color.
    “No—I have—plans. And I’ve just remembered some pressing business that will not leave me time to help after all. Good luck with the project, Mr. Fox,” Lydia said, spinning around to walk back to the Lodge.
    “Now don’t use that formal tone to dismiss me. The name is Morrie and you know it,” he said, dashing ahead of her, stepping into her path to stop her from leaving. “Are you going back on your word about wanting to help? You don’t look like the kind of person who would do that. You practically pushed young Walter Graham out of the way to volunteer.”
    “You have no idea what kind of person I am,” Lydia declared.
    “No, but I’d like to find out. It’s just dinner, Lydia. A little pasta. Maybe a glass or two of wine,” Morrie said, shrugging and smiling.
    “What is with all the shrugging nowadays? Everybody is shrugging. That body action is stupid and means nothing. It means the person can’t be bothered to articulate their thoughts, that’s what it means. Now get out of my way,” Lydia demanded, starting around him, only to find him blocking her path again.
    “Okay, if you don’t want to have dinner, let’s have a business meeting. You can pick the location, so long as it’s an Italian restaurant with pasta and wine. A business meeting is nothing personal—though someone who looks as good as you being afraid of going out for a simple dinner is a terrible shame—not to mention a waste of fine womanhood,” Morrie said sincerely. “You look amazing, Lydia. A woman who looks like you needs to be taken out for a public showing now and again.”
    Lydia rolled her eyes. “Who are you? I don’t know you. What I do know, I don’t like. Now move out of my way, Mr. Fox. I took self-defense lessons and I know how to take out your kneecap. My daughter has a black belt in—in—I don’t know, but something lethal. You should be afraid.”
    Morrie lifted his hands and let her walk by. “I know you’re