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Yates.” Once she had sat with her hands folded in her lap, she met his gaze.
    “You look like your grandmother.” For a moment the all-business expression slipped from his face, replaced instead by something softer. Sadder.
    How well had he known Gran? Sarah knew he’d been her lawyer for at least the last decade, but had their relationship gone beyond professional? She wasn’t about to ask.
    “Do I?” She gave a small shrug. “I’ve always been told I take after my father’s side more.”
    “Perhaps the eyes, yes. But in other ways…you resemble her so much.” He cleared his throat and reached for a folder on his desk. “Here is a copy of Libby’s will. As I explained during our phone call, she does have a condition that you live in the house for the duration of one calendar month before you will be able to place it on the market, should you decide to sell. If you can’t meet this condition, the house will be given to your younger sister with the same understanding.”
    Sarah stared at the words, her throat tightening as the lawyer clarified them aloud. Her sister had a rich husband and rarely saw anyone because they were off traveling the world. They didn’t need another house. Sarah on the other hand…
    But a month on the island? She’d known about the condition, and yet hearing it aloud, the finality of it, made the blood rush from her head. She clutched the leather handles of the chair, steadying herself as she grew a bit dizzy.
    It wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for one person. One person with deep green eyes that left her heart pounding and her head a complete mess.
    “Do you think you’ll be able to meet this condition, Ms. Rawlings?”
    “What?” She blinked, focusing again at the printed will in front of her. It was all legal speak and seemed as foreign to her as if it had been written in German. “I, umm, yes. I’ve made plans to spend the month of July out here.”
    It was June 29 th . She was only a couple of days early from starting the countdown of the month of hell. Not that she didn’t love Whidbey—who wouldn’t love the island? It was Ian. It had always been Ian…
    “Did your daughter join you on the island for the summer?”
    “No. Emily is spending the month with her grandmother in Virginia.” She glanced back up and gave a forced smile. “Bonding time. You understand, I’m sure.”
    “I see.”
    Was that disappointment in the older man’s eyes? If so, it was hard to decipher as he quickly slipped his reading glasses back on.
    He continued touching on several points in the will that she needed to be aware of, but most of it she’d already grasped.
    By the time she left the office, copy of the will in hand, she was emotionally exhausted and ready for a nap. Or a glass of wine.
    Wine would have to wait until she made a trip to the store. Which was actually the next thing on her to-do list. The fridge was empty.
    She’d fallen asleep without dinner last night, and hadn’t even realized she hadn’t eaten until she’d woken up with a growling stomach.
    Grabbing her phone, she dialed her mother’s house. Emily answered on the second ring.
    “Hi, Mom! Grandma said it was probably you.” Her daughter’s chipper voice coiled around Sarah’s heart, and her throat tightened as tears pricked at her eyes.
    She missed Emily so much. This would be the longest they’d ever been apart.
    “Hi, sweetie. Are you behaving for your grandma?”
    “Yeah. But she watches a lot of stupid shows on TV, even as she tells me the Disney channel will rot my brain.”
    The unhappiness in her daughter’s voice had Sarah smiling reluctantly.
    “A break from TV isn’t a bad thing. You should go outside more and practice your gymnastics.”
    “It’s too hot outside. I feel gross if I’m out there for more than a few minutes. I hate Grandma’s house.”
    Emily had never liked hot weather. For just a second, the thought of what it would be like to move them both to the