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the bungalow at the rear of their property had been his pet project for years. Some days, the old farmhouse seemed too large for him, and he considered moving back to the guesthouse, but at that moment it seemed the smaller house had a bigger purpose.
    “I didn’t even know this was here,” Evelyn said as he parked the truck. “It’s lovely.”
    Trevor laughed.
    “What’s so funny?” She looked offended again.
    “Nothing. It’s just not a word I hear around here very often.”
    “ Lovely ?” Her face twisted. “It’s a perfectly acceptable word.”
    He nodded. “It is. For a rich person.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”
    “I can take you back to the reporters.”
    She glared at him.
    “Come on. I’ll show you around.”
    Evelyn sat in the truck while Trevor circled to her door, which he opened, waiting for her to get out.
    She looked at him for several seconds but didn’t move.
    “You coming out?”
    “Thanks, Whit. I mean, I’m probably going to be arrested for leaving without their permission, but thanks anyway. I couldn’t stand to be at that house for one more second.”
    He shrugged. “Just trying to help.”

    Evelyn didn’t know what to do with Trevor Whitney’s unexpected generosity.
    She knew better. He didn’t have to help her. No one else had come over. Or even called. Come to think of it, there weren’t many people in town she’d expect to stop by or give her a call. All she had were superficial friends. The realization made her feel a bit nauseous.
    Still, Trevor Whitney was about the last person in Loves Park she’d have thought would come to her aid. She used to find him mysterious yet kind, but in recent years he’d turned cold. Irritable. And he’d made it clear he didn’t like her or her lifestyle.
    So why was he helping her today?
    “Have you talked to Christopher?” She got out of the car and followed Whit toward the front door of the little white house.
    “Tried him on the way over. No answer.”
    “They took my phone.” Evelyn felt lost, like a child who’d wandered too far from home. She walked up the steps to the front porch. “You should plant some flowers out here,” she said mindlessly, looking at the empty flower beds.
    “I’ll get right on that.” Whit pushed the door open and stepped out of the way so she could go inside first. Evelyn nearly gasped when she saw the open floor plan of the Whitney guesthouse. Thick crown molding encased built-in bookshelves, and a fireplace stretched up to the top of the ceiling. Hickory floors throughout the house kept everything light and bright.
    “This is an amazing space.” Evelyn actually liked it better than her own house. It was cozy, not the kind of place you could get lost in. She couldn’t say the same for the house she and Christopher shared on Brighton Street. Something told her it would be hard to feel lonely living in a place like this.
    And she couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t feel lonely.
    “Didn’t used to be.” Whit opened the curtains in the dining room, letting even more light pour in.
    She turned in a circle, admiring the home. A photo on the mantel caught her eye. “What’s this?” She picked it up.
    “That’s my dad standing right where you’re standing.”
    All the built-ins in the guesthouse were new. The flooring had been restored entirely. Walls had been removed. Someone had done some serious work on this house, and judging by the aesthetic, she could safely say it was not Christopher’s designer.
    “It’s like a completely different house.”
    “It’s lovely , isn’t it?” Whit’s tone dripped sarcasm. Her life was falling apart and he was cracking jokes. Or maybe he was just intent on making her feel foolish. He’d gotten awfully good at that, hadn’t he?
    She shoved the picture back at him. Never mind that he’d practically rescued her, she knew it wouldn’t be long before his grouchy side appeared.
    He stared at her for a few long