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the tiniest bit of awe in her voice.
    “I’m trying to impress you,” he admitted sadly, “since I’ve managed to make such a hash of it so far.”
    “Humph.”
    “I’ll take that as a fail.”
    “I grew up with three brothers,” she told him, and he could hear the sharp annoyance in her voice. “Every single special occasion of my entire life has been spoiled by their obsession with sports. You know where my brothers were the night I graduated from high school?”
    “I’m afraid to ask.”
    “In Boston.”
    “Oh, boy,” he muttered. “Red Sox?”
    She nodded curtly and went back to looking out the window.
    It occurred to him he really had stumbled onto the perfect woman for him, a woman capable of not being impressed with what he’d done, who could look straight through that to who he really was.
    Not that he’d exactly done a great job of showing her that. Maybe he’d even lost who he really was somewhere along the way, in the pursuit of ambition and success.
    And maybe she was the kind of woman who could lead him back to it. If he was crazy enough to tangle with her any longer than he absolutely had to.
    With relief he saw the sign he’d been looking for—Annie’s Retreat—and he pulled off the main road onto a rutted track.
    The first thing that would need work, and a lot of it, was the road, he thought, and it was such a blessed relief to be able to think of that rather than the stillness of the woman beside him.
    Life was just plain mean , Sam thought, getting out of the car after the long, jolting ride down a rough road. Waldo bounced out with her. He had snagged her skirt, so she had managed to look upscale for all of fifteen minutes.
    Ethan, of course, looked like he was modeling for the summer issue of GQ , in dun-colored safari shorts that looked like he had taken a few minutes to pressthem before he left his hotel this morning. Ditto for the shirt, a short-sleeved mossy-green cotton, with a subtle Ballard Holdings embroidered in a deeper shade of green over the one buttoned pocket.
    No wonder she had been downgraded to fiancée! No matter what he said, she was pretty sure it was because she didn’t fit in his world.
    “Maybe we should leave him in the car,” Ethan suggested carefully, as if she was made of glass.
    But she was all done being what Ethan wanted her to be, and Waldo came with her, especially if he didn’t fit into Ethan’s world and Ethan’s plans.
    “The dog comes,” she said, “and if you don’t like it, or they don’t like it, tough. ”
    There. That was more like the real Samantha Hall, not like that woman who had stared back at her from the mirror in Sunsational, sensual, grown-up, mature, feminine.
    Despite her attempts to harden her emotions, Samantha could not deny Annie’s Retreat was a place out of a dream she had, a dream that she had been able to keep a secret even from herself until she saw this place. These large properties were almost impossible to come by anymore on this coastline.
    It made her remember that once upon a time she had dreamed of turning her love of all things animal into an animal refuge, where she could rescue and rehabilitate animals. Given her nonexistent budget, Groom to Grow had been more realistic, and shestill ended up caring for the odd stray, like Waldo, that people brought in. But looking at this property she felt that old longing swell up in her.
    The road ended in a yard surrounded by a picket fence, the white paint long since given way to the assaults of the salt air. Early-season roses were going crazy over an arbor; beyond it she could see the cottage: saltbox, weathered gray shake siding, white trim in about the same shape as the paint on the fence.
    An attempt at a garden had long since gone wild, and yet it charmed anyway: daises, phlox, hollyhock, sewn among scraggly lawn, beach grass and sand.
    A path of broken stones wound a crooked course to the house, where red geraniums bloomed in peeling window boxes. The path