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What a wonderful idea.”
    Courtney was surprised by the praise. Pleased, of course, but surprised. This was good. They were making progress. And no swans would be forced to swim in chlorinated water.
    “It sounds like we have everything under control,” Joyce said as she got to her feet. “Excellent. I need to go check on some arriving guests. They’re new and, to be honest, sounded a little shady on the phone.”
    Courtney groaned. “Did you take reservations? We’ve talked about this. You need to stay off the phone.”
    Joyce, while a lovely person, could be overly chatty with new guests. Most people simply wanted to know availability and price. Joyce wanted them to share their life story, and if they weren’t forthcoming with the information, they were labeled “shady.”
    “It’s my hotel. I can do what I want.”
    Courtney grinned. “That would be true.” She turned to Pearl and Sarge. “Be gentle with the new people. I’m sure they’re perfectly nice.”
    “My dogs are excellent judges of character. Don’t try to influence them.”
    “I’m trying to keep you from scaring the guests away.”
    Joyce grinned. “Where else are they going to stay? The Anderson House has bees.”
    “You’re impossible.”
    “I know. It’s part of my charm.”
    Joyce waved and walked toward the hotel. Courtney turned back to her mother and found Maggie studying her.
    “What?”
    “I’m glad you and Joyce get along so well and that she looks out for you.”
    Courtney carefully pulled the cover over her tablet and braced herself. In some ways, Maggie was harder to deal with than Sienna. Her middle sister thought she was inept and borderline dull-normal. Her mother feared she was...broken.
    “She’s a good friend and a great boss,” Courtney said lightly. “I’m lucky.”
    Maggie pressed her lips together. “I know. I just wish you had a little more ambition. I worry about you. Is it that you think you can’t do better or you don’t want to?”
    Breathe , Courtney told herself. Just breathe. There was no win here. She simply had to endure the conversation, then she could get back to her life.
    “The fact that you’re helping out with my engagement party got me to thinking you might be interested in doing something more than being a maid.” Her mother reached into her handbag and pulled out a brochure. “I know you said you weren’t interested in being a dental assistant, but what about a massage therapist? You like people, you’re very nurturing and you’re physically strong.”
    Courtney took the brochure and studied the first page. She honest to God didn’t know what to say. Joyce would point out this was her own fault. She was the one who let her family believe she was working as a maid at the hotel. Well, technically she was working as a maid, but only part-time as she continued her education. That was the part they didn’t know.
    She supposed she could simply come clean—but she didn’t want to. She wanted to wait until she could slap down her diploma and watch them all stare in disbelief. That was a moment worth waiting for.
    “Thanks, Mom,” she said with a smile. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Really? That would be wonderful. I’d be happy to help pay for it. I think you’d do well.” Maggie hesitated. “There are so many wonderful opportunities out there. I hate to see you wasting your life.”
    “I know and I appreciate it.”
    Her mother nodded. “I love you, Courtney. I want the best for you.”
    All the right words. All warm, affectionate sentiments. On her good days, Courtney could believe them. On her bad days, well, sometimes it was hard to let go of the past enough to forgive.
    “Thanks, Mom. I love you, too.”
    * * *
    “A glove’s important, Mom.”
    “I know it is.”
    “I really need a new one.”
    Rachel didn’t doubt that. Josh was basically a good kid. He didn’t whine, he didn’t ask for a lot. His passions were simple—anything sports-related and the