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legs are very nice. How old is she?”
    “No idea. Somewhere over thirty. You can probably find out online. Or ask Morrie Fox when you meet him. He’s her father,” Harrison said.
    “Morrison Fox is her father?” Walter said on a sigh. “Wow—she’s the daughter of my hero.”
    “What the hell? I thought I was your hero,” Harrison said with frown.
    “No—you’re my terrible role model. You eavesdropped on the last lecture I got on spending too much time with you, so I know you heard,” Walter said with a grin, stepping aside while his grandfather pulled into a parking place.
    “Is my sensible grandson going to take real life advice from a man who stays in a lab most of the time? I don’t think so,” Harrison said firmly, handing over his cane and reaching out for Walter’s arm to climb out. “I get stiff riding around, but damn it’s more fun than sitting in the apartment all day.”
    “I can only imagine,” Walter said sincerely.
    “You never answered my question, boy,” Harrison said, gripping his grandson’s arm as they walked slowly up the sidewalk.
    Walter thought carefully. “Harrison, if I was looking for the perfect woman, I believe your Jane would be just exactly what I wanted.”
    “Damn right she would be, and will be still if you’re not dead from the waist down. Tell you what—I’ll distract your parents so you can go talk to her. Apologize for me again. Women love that groveling stuff,” Harrison said.
    Walter laughed at his outrageous grandfather who provided the only genes in his pool that legitimized him. “Don’t you think I’m a little young to settle down at twenty-six?”
    “I waited until I was thirty-five and ended up with your father and your Aunt Rue. Have your children while you’re young enough to have the energy to mold them into real people,” Harrison advised. “Plus that job of yours puts future generations at higher risk. You need to settle down as soon as you can.”
    “I know it’s a risk, but I like being a firefighter,” Walter said, just to be saying it to someone in his family who genuinely understood.
    Harrison patted the boy’s arm. “Of course you do. You have character and too much backbone to plant your ass in an office chair for the next fifty years. I’m proud of your work at Princeton. You need to finish your MBA so people will take you seriously as a businessman. Education is the way of the world these days. ”
    “Yes, but starting this summer, I’m finishing my degree two classes at a time,” Walter whispered as they stepped inside. “In case you get grilled, I have a perfect GPA and have been offered an internship. No, you don’t know where. I plan to work at the firehouse all summer.”
    Harrison nodded and pulled his arm away, leaning on the cane instead. He walked off to talk to his son and daughter-in-law, but glanced back once to smile at his grandson heading off to find Jane.

Chapter 4
     
    “Put her on the decorating committee and I will contribute two thousand to the funds,” Morrie offered, bargaining and hoping like crazy that Lydia proved worth the money. “I want to work with Lydia so I can get to know her. If we don’t get along, what have you lost? She has to have excellent taste. Look at her clothes. It would be a safe way for me to spend time with her. Maybe I won’t like her. Maybe I’d lose interest once I got to know her.”
    Morrie crossed his fingers under the leg leaning on Jane’s desk. He already liked Lydia for reasons he couldn’t explain to his daughter—or himself for that matter—but maybe Lydia truly wouldn’t like him back. Those things happened, but Morrie at least wanted a chance.
    “Please,” he begged finally. “You know I haven’t asked you for many things since your mother died, Jane.”
    “Oh don’t give me the guilt trip, Morrison,” Jane said on a laugh, turning from her computer screen to look at her father. “No. And hell no. I’m hiring a design service. I want max