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    â€œCome on, guys,” I said. “Let’s go outside and play ball.”
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    It turned out that the shopping list was unnecessary. On the way home from Gymboree, Sam and Kevin had stopped at the supermarket.
    â€œYou just like the fact that women fawn all over you because you have a baby,” I said as we put away the groceries.
    Kevin has his father’s blond hair and blue eyes. Together, the two of them make an arresting pair, a fact that Sam is not above using to his advantage on occasion.
    â€œWhat can I say? The kid’s a chick magnet. If I could bottle his appeal, we’d be millionaires.”
    The chick magnet in question had already finished the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’d had ready for him when he got home, and now was meandering unsteadily across the kitchen floor in the direction of the dogs’ water bowl. I’d seen this trick before: Kevin liked to tip the bowl over and watch the water slosh across the polished hardwood. If he managed to place himself in a position to get soaked, too, that was an added bonus.
    I swooped down and picked him up just in time.
    â€œNo,” Kevin said firmly. “Down.”
    â€œIt’s time for your nap,” I told him. Despite his protests, my son’s eyelids were already drooping.
    Kevin had spent the first year of his life thinking that sleep was the enemy. Now he napped and slept through the night like a champ. I liked to take credit for the turnaround, but in reality I didn’t have the slightest idea what had caused it.
    Sometimes I think that motherhood is just one surprise after another. Luckily, most of them turn out to be good.
    After the eventful morning he’d had, it took only ten minutes to get Kevin changed and down for his nap. When I got back to the kitchen, Sam was putting the finishing touches on a couple of chicken salad sandwiches.
    â€œSo tell me about your meeting with Edward March,” he said after we’d poured drinks and sat down to lunch.
    The Poodles spread themselves out on the floor around the table. They’re more likely to get lucky when Davey’s home, but they like to keep their options open.
    â€œIt was interesting, certainly. And maybe a little odd. If that’s what dog show royalty is like, I can’t say I’m too impressed.”
    â€œHow come?”
    I shrugged. “March himself is a bit of a curmudgeon. No, more than that, a bully. And I think he’d be quite happy to hear himself described in those terms. He seems to enjoy browbeating people.”
    â€œHe was known for running a strict ring, but that’s not unexpected. The best judges have high standards. They know what they like, and they don’t settle for less. It wouldn’t surprise me to hear that he’s a tough old bird.” Sam slanted me a look. “I take it, he didn’t succeed in browbeating you.”
    â€œHe certainly tried. I ended up arguing with him, and judging by his response, that doesn’t happen often. It turns out that I never did hear what his book is going to be about.”
    â€œI thought we already knew that.”
    â€œApparently not. He was starting to tell me when I insulted his title.”
    â€œWay to go, Mel.”
    â€œIt wasn’t my fault. Listen to this. March plans to call the book Puppy Love. ”
    â€œSeriously?” Sam grinned. He lifted a hand and cupped his fingers around his ear. “What’s that I hear? Is it the sound of a sixties pop star crooning . . . ?”
    I reached over and slapped his hand down. “Cut it out. I mean it.”
    â€œI’m not doubting you.” He was laughing now. “I’m just setting the mood. So now what? Do you think you’ll be going back?”
    â€œI guess we’ll have to see. The decision isn’t entirely up to me. First, March has to decide whether he wants to work with me or not. Although, his assistant told me that two previous