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and responsibility."
    "You and Sage are wonderful parents."
    "Thanks Ann. If you had told me five years
ago that I would be married to Sage and we'd have twin sons, I would have
thought you crazy." Sarah got a faraway look. "Because we both had
sons who died, we savor every moment with our boys." She brushed the
corner of her eye. "Look, here I am getting teary-eyed. Let's go to the
kitchen so you can tell me about your first week."
    After Sarah checked on Toby and Preston, she and
Ann poured coffee and sat at the small drop leaf table in the kitchen. "So
tell me everything," Sara encouraged.
    "So far, things have gone smooth. I love
the house and it's on its way to being in tip-top shape. I'm going to plant Black-eyed
Susans in the front flowerbed on Monday."
    "Do you like working for Jackson."
    "He's a dream to work for. Ah, yes, he's
very professional, and from what I've seen, works well with everyone at the
ranch."
    Ann sipped her coffee. "Remember I was
telling you about Dixie, the gal who owns Dixie's Cuppa Joe, and how she might
be perfect for Jackson?"
    Ann squirmed in her chair. "Yes."
    "I want you to meet her. Let's have a
girl's-day-out on Sunday. You're off and Sage can watch the boys. I really want you to give me your impression of her suitability for Jackson."
    "Oh, I don't know. I have to–"
    "Ann, I'm not taking no for an answer. Besides,
we need to chill and have fun. We've both been working our asses off. Actually,
I wish that were true for myself, you don't have anything to work off."
    Ann chuckled. "Okay. Okay. What time do you
want me to be here?"
    "How about ten. It'll be a blast. Hey, changing
the subject, do you remember meeting Miles Brightman? He's the guy in the
wheelchair that stayed a couple of weeks. He was at the wedding and
reception."
    "Yes, I remember him. He was quiet and kept
to himself. Didn't seem to want to talk much."
    Sarah laughed. "Yep, that's Miles. Anyway,
he's coming back to spend the rest of summer." She tapped her finger on
the table. "Oh, jeez, you don't know the latest development. Julie told me
this morning that she and Jacob are calling you tonight to fill you in. They
wanted to wait until the plans were firmed up. They've been invited by Maude
and Clyde to spend the summer with them in Alaska. Maude was the cook here for
years. Sage's dad hired her. She met one of the hand's who was twenty years her
junior and they up and eloped when Sage was a kid. She and her groom headed off
to Alaska and struck it rich. She's in her eighties now and, according to
Julie, as spry as ever. Anyway, the kids are leaving to experience the wilds of
Alaska for a few months."
    "How exciting!"
    "Oh, back to what I was saying about Miles.
He's going to be staying at Julie and Jacob's cottage while they're gone. The
renovations are done and Sage is building some ramps to make negotiating the
place easy."
    "Why doesn't he just stay at the dorm where
you already have access ramps?"
    Sarah looked at the table.
    "What is it you're not telling me?"
Ann leaned in.
    Sarah glanced up with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Okay, you're my best friend and I can't keep secrets from you. Miles
Brightman is really Maxwell Henry."
    "What! You mean the Maxwell Henry;
the author of all those best selling suspense novels?"
    Sarah nodded vigorously. "He's working on
his next book, the one that's promoted in a gazillion advertisements, and he
needs solitude. He liked being here, and when we found out that Julie and Jacob
would be gone for the summer, their place seemed perfect for him."
    "Wow, just think, I met Maxwell Henry and
didn't even know it. I've been meaning to buy his latest release. Which brings
up a question—how are you doing on your book and when do I get to read
the drafts?"
    "I must admit that I'm not as far along as
I'd like. The boys keep me busy and when they're in bed I like to spend time
with Sage…" she giggled and whispered, "…in bed."
    Ann laughed, "You are incorrigible,
Sarah."
    "I know. I couldn't