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sides by their handles.
    Sorting through all of the goodies, she spread out what they’d need tonight on the long worktable in the back of the workshop, and then she tucked the rest of the treasures in the storage closet to go through later.
    She was just arranging all the ribbon, glue, and beads on the table when the old bell that had been a part of the Mobil station sounded. Someone had pulled in front of the building. Not an electronic sensor, but one of those old hoses that kicked the bell when a car crossed over it.
    She poked her head out around the partition as Katy and Flynn walked inside. “We’re here,” Flynn called out.
    “Hey y’all. I was just getting set up.” She and the girls would be working on decorating the candle jars for Angie and Jackson’s wedding this Saturday.
    “I love the feeling of this place. It’s like the history of the old service station still hangs in the air,” Katy said. “It has such a great old vibe to it. I could totally live here.”
    Megan wrinkled her nose, “Right. Because Lonesome Pines is such a shack?” Everyone knew Lonesome Pines was the nicest place in town. Probably in the five neighboring towns too. And now Derek and Katy were working on reopening the creek-side estate as a retreat, breathing new life and purpose into the place.
    Everyone in town was so excited—having highly compensated physicians at the new retreat was sure to boost their quiet little town’s economy.
    “That’s like comparing apples and oranges. And this place is like . . .” Katy seemed to be searching for the word. “A pomegranate. Extra special and unexpected.”
    “I think I like being a pomegranate. Come on back,” Megan said. “I’ve got everything we need.”
    Katy followed Flynn and Megan to the back of the workshop toward a long table. Beyond the large windows that lined the wall to what used to be one of the bays in the original garage, night-lights sparkled like little stars against the shiny paint of the big black and gold car parked there. “Is that your dad’s car? The one Angie and Jackson are using for the wedding? I heard it was a classic car. Not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t that. It’s huge,” Katy said.
    “It sure is,” Megan said. “Kind of like Daddy’s personality.”
    “How are you doing?” Katy asked. “Angie told me how close you and your dad were.”
    “I miss him like crazy. I still can’t believe he’s gone.”
    “Understandable.”
    “He drove me crazy when he was alive. We were so close, until he remarried. I’m sure the last thing I said to him was something snarky. I can’t even remember for sure what it was.”
    “I’m sure he knew you loved him.”
    “I do love him. Did. Whatever. I wish that stupid wife of his had called me as soon as they’d taken him to the hospital. I might have been able to at least talk to him before he died.”
    “Don’t torture yourself with those thoughts.”
    “I do. I can’t help it. But at least she finally gave in and had the car delivered. She didn’t want to, but the lawyer made it pretty clear she didn’t have a leg to stand on.”
    “It’s a whale,” Katy said. “What kind is it?”
    “DeSoto Adventurer.” And even though Daddy had been the one to offer it to Jackson and Angie to drive away in, it was killing Megan inside. She wanted to protect it. It was the only thing she really had of his. She refused to let herself get caught up in that right now. She pasted a smile on her face. “It’s a cool car, from what I understand there aren’t many of this model out there anymore.”
    “You could probably make two cars out of the metal used to make that one,” Katy said.
    Megan hadn’t considered that, but Katy had a point. “It looks bigger in here than it does outside.”
    “It’s big no matter how you slice it,” Flynn said with a laugh. “We needed that car when we were in college. Instead we were stuffing ourselves in your Karmann Ghia. Good thing I was a