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hadn’t accepted even one of his invitations, mostly because she didn’t want to lead him on. Plus, she had the distinct impression that he was on the lookout for a new babysitter/housekeeper/wife. She couldn’t even handle one rotten dog—how could she handle five kids? But wouldn’t it show her mother?
    Megan continued to pick woefully at her inadequate dinner as she eyed the bag of dog food she had just purchased at PetSmart. Maybe if she added enough gravy it might taste like a roast? She shook her head as she swallowed another bite before laying down her fork.
    Megan paused as she reached for the keys, wondering what kind of food they served in homeless shelters. With her luck, it would be macaroni and cheese. Going out to the backyard, she walked over to her dog and patted her head a couple of times. She glanced at her now-battered cherry tree and growled at the dog, which only incited further excited barking. Megan sighed. No one took her seriously, not even her dog.
    Megan pulled out of her driveway and headed to her usual spot. The parking lot beside the Mount Timpanogos Temple in American Fork. Second only to her house, it was her favorite place to be. She tried going to the temple at least once a week, but Sundays, when she was usually all alone, was when she needed the peace and sense of beauty the most. She turned the motor off and tilted the seat back as far as it would go before resting her head on her hands and gazing up at the stained glass. She liked to use her time in front of the temple to think and pray and go over her goals in life. She had started this ritual of parking in front of temples when she had been a freshman in college and it had helped her get through some very difficult situations. As she closed her eyes and felt the sun caress her face, she smiled once again. She would never trade her life now for what it had been. Macaroni, dog, and all.

Four
    TREVOR TOOK ONE LAST bite of the chicken enchiladas with green chili sauce his mom had made especially for him and laid his fork down, despite the frown he received.
    “Mom, after three helpings, even I get stuffed. I loved them. Who wouldn’t? Can I take some back to the cabin with me? I promise to eat some more before I go to bed later. I promise!”
    Cora Riley glared at her son’s plate and then smiled suddenly, making him instantly suspicious.
    “I wouldn’t have to stuff you so much if I had a daughter-in-law and, say, three grandkids to spoil. It would really make things easier on you. And I know the perfect girl. Short black hair, great blue eyes, and dimples to die for. Hmm? What do you think? I’m good friends with her mother. We bowl every Tuesday morning together. I could set the two of you up tomorrow. You’re in town for how long? A week? Two? You could be engaged in a few weeks . . . ”
    Trevor pushed back from the table and grinned at his mother as she rambled on, spinning her dreams for him. He should have moved back years ago. His mother needed family around her. All of the times he had flown her up to Washington didn’t really cut it. She had two sisters and a brother who lived nearby with their children, but that was different. Trevor was her only child and his dad had died in Vietnam before he was even born. His mother had never remarried, although she was a petite, attractive woman. Cora had spent all of her time working to support the two of them. She had taken jobs cleaning houses wherever she could find the work. And she had made enough to support the two of them, send him on a mission, and put him through college. She was incredible. It was time for paybacks.
    It had taken three years and countless arguments to get her to stop cleaning houses and retire. He had finally convinced her that being a volunteer was much more fulfilling. And although she had refused all of the vacations he had wanted to send her on, she did accept jewelry. Now it was time for more. He wanted to see her in a brand new home,