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the safe side, Roy had checked into the weeks shortly after Dan Sherman’s disappearance, but Samuels had been in Europe, on a NATO assignment.
    Corrie poured a second mug of coffee, black, and sat in the chair across from Roy’s desk. “Linnette phoned this morning.” Their twenty-five-year-old daughter had recently graduated as a physician’s assistant.
    Roy brightened. He adored Linnette and felt close to her. She was bright, beautiful and a source of pride. Her brother was another story. Roy and Mack were frequently at odds.Linnette had done well in school and Mack, to put it bluntly, hadn’t.
    “She’s applying for a job in Montana, of all places.”
    With the majority of physicians choosing to work in big cities, many small towns were left without medical professionals. Although she’d grown up in Seattle, Linnette had always been drawn to rural areas, so Roy wasn’t surprised by her decision. She’d be filling a critical need and living in the sort of place she liked.
    “Did you hear me, Roy? Montana?”
    He wasn’t sure what had upset Corrie so much. When Linnette had entered the medical program, they’d both known she wouldn’t settle down in Seattle.
    “I don’t want her moving two states away!”
    “Corrie-”
    He wasn’t allowed to finish.
    “Linnette doesn’t know a soul in Montana. There’s plenty of small towns in Washington State that need physician’s assistants.”
    Roy made an effort to hold back his amusement. “It’s time to cut the apron strings, Mother.”
    Evidently not a successful effort. Corrie cast him an exasperated look. “This is our daughter we’re talking about.”
    “Yes, dear.”
    “Don’t use that tone of voice with me, Roy McAfee.”
    “Yes, dear.”
    “You’re not funny. You know that, don’t you?”
    Roy resisted answering, although it was a struggle. “Where would you be comfortable having Linnette find a job?”
    Corrie bit her bottom lip and didn’t answer him.
    “I have the feeling you’d like her to move right here to Cedar Cove,” he joked.
    At that his wife’s head snapped up and her eyes widened.She set down her coffee, then leapt out of her chair, raced around the desk and kissed him soundly.
    “What was that all about?” Roy asked, pleasantly surprised.
    “It’s because you, my wonderful husband, are much smarter than I give you credit for.”
    Bewildered, Roy watched her fly out of his office.

Chapter Ten
    G race thrust her hands decisively into her garden gloves, ready to head out to the back garden to plant Martha Washington geraniums. It wasn’t the way she wanted to spend Friday evening, but she refused to mope around the house. Buttercup waited for her at the kitchen door, tail wagging.
    “We’ll plant these now and see what we can find at the Farmers’ Market tomorrow morning. That sounds like a plan, doesn’t it?” The fact that Grace had begun to carry on whole conversations with her golden retriever had to be a sign of how lonely she was.
    The Farmers’ Market had started the first Saturday of May, and although there were only a few homegrown vegetables available this early in the season, Grace enjoyed going there each week. She almost always ran into a few friends. One or both of her daughters was likely to show up, as well.
    The phone rang, startling Grace. She pulled off her righthand glove and reached for the wall-mounted receiver.
    “Hello.” She forced a cheerful note into her voice, hoping with all her heart that it was Cliff. He’d weighed heavilyon her mind since their chance encounter at the restaurant earlier in the week. Her hope was that he’d been thinking about her, too.
    “It’s Stanley Lockhart, Grace. How are you?”
    Grace felt an immediate stab of disappointment. “Hello, Stan.” She kept her voice cool, not wanting to encourage Olivia’s ex-husband. “I’m fine.”
    “Me, too. Listen, would you like to go to dinner tonight?”
    She glanced over at the can of clam chowder that was