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surprised Meg, but she was encouraged that he was interested in their library.
    â€œDo you want to learn to cook?” Beatrice asked Dan.
    He shook his head. “My mom taught me when I was a kid, but I didn’t actually start to put those lessons to good use until I was at college and hungry all the time. I’m always looking for new recipes to try out.”
    It was nice that he wanted to know more about the library. His interest in her town, added to the fact that he could apparently cook, gave him major points in Meg’s book. The way Dan interacted with Apple Grove’s townsfolk only added to his appeal. He was relaxed, open, and friendly. She could see that he’d be an asset to their community and had a feeling that the kids at the high school would respond well to Dan. Time would tell, and the gossip chain would keep everyone in town up-to-date on his progress.
    When her father and the Widow Murphy walked over, she introduced them. “Dan, I’d like you to meet my dad, Joseph Mulcahy, and Mary Murphy. She owns Murphy’s Market in town.” She stumbled over the introduction, unused to seeing her father with a woman.
    Mary Murphy was polite as always, and even though Meg wasn’t sure how she felt about her father spending time with Mrs. Murphy, she had to admit the woman had a way of making everyone feel comfortable in her presence. “Lovely to meet you, Dan.”
    â€œNice to meet you, Dan.” Her father took Dan’s measure in three seconds flat. She’d have to ask him later what he thought. Of all the folks gathered in Edie’s backyard, her father and Sheriff Wallace would have Dan’s character defined and dissected most accurately and ready for public consumption by the time the wedding guests dispersed.
    â€œJoseph owns Mulcahy’s,” Miss Trudi informed Dan.
    â€œWhat’s Mulcahy’s?” he asked.
    Meg smiled. “It’s our family-run handyman business.”
    â€œYou have brothers?” Dan actually scanned the crowd to look for likely candidates.
    She frowned up at him. “Two younger sisters, why?”
    â€œDo you have male cousins?”
    Was the man trying to irritate her? “No, is there a reason that you think my sisters and I cannot work for my father?”
    He looked at her father and then back at her. “I, uh…” His voice trailed off and he stared down at her. “You look like you’re about to open up on me with both barrels.”
    Her dad smiled. “Megan inherited my temper. It’s always best to know about it before she works on your house.”
    â€œI don’t need any work done on the house”—he paused—“that I know of.”
    Her dad smiled at Dan. “If you bought the Saunders place, and don’t plan to keep on top of the daily maintenance on a house that old, you’ll be calling me sooner than you think.”
    Dan fell silent, digesting what he’d just been told. Meg took that as a good sign that he was at least willing to listen.
    She caught herself staring. In her defense, the man was gorgeous—and damn him for waking up those particular thoughts after all these years. She’d been comfortable in her rut… er, routine… working hard all day six days a week, grabbing a cold one when she got home from work, and then watching TV with her dad. If Jimmy was in town, she would spend all of her free time with him until he left town again. Lately her dad went off by himself. She’d heard through the grapevine that he was visiting the widow but she hadn’t come right out and asked him yet. It wasn’t easy to give her dad the third degree, the way he had done to her and her sisters for so many years. Besides, it wasn’t really any of her business, was it?
    She glanced over at her dad and watched the proprietary way he slid his hand to the widow’s waist. The signs were there for a blind woman to see, so how