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Just remember it’s a work site.” Tom pulled a pencil from behind his ear and pointed it at Libby’s feet. “You girls can’t run around here in those flimsy things.”
    Libby bristled. She wasn’t some mindless child, skipping around land mines. She had sturdier shoes in her dad’s car, but it was hot today. Sandal weather. She opened her mouth to explain that, but Tom was already walking toward the building.
    “I’ve ordered an industrial Dumpster,” he said to her father. “That one out back is too small. We can salvage some things, but we’ll have plenty to throw out. I’ve got some old photos from the historical society, but the original blueprints are long gone. Best I could find were these from about 1960, when this place was used as an insurance office.”
    Libby scampered after them. “I have better shoes with me,” she said, when they paused by the front step.
    Tom looked at her as if he’d already forgotten she was there. “That’s good. Maybe you should put them on.” He turned and went inside with her father.
    Libby clenched her teeth, feeling as foolish as she had with her ass exposed next to the Dumpster. She heard the click of Marti’s camera.
    “Did you just take my picture again?” she demanded.
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    Marti shrugged, and smiled innocently. “I don’t know. You had an interesting look on your face.”
    Libby scowled and stomped toward her dad’s car to get her sensible shoes. “Well, warn me before you do that.”
    Marti trotted along next to her. “I probably won’t. It’s part of my creative process. But hey, you didn’t tell me that restoration guy was so smoldery.”
    Libby stole a fast glance over her shoulder to make sure they couldn’t be overheard. “Is he? I hadn’t noticed.” That was a lie. She’d noticed all right, but Tom Murphy was not her type, and even if he was, she was in love with Seth.
    Marti turned around and walked backward so she might stare at him through the doorway, her green eyes bright. “Are you kidding? He’ssmokin’ hot. If I wasn’t engaged, I’d be going for a little humpty-hump with that. Hey, maybe
you
should.” She flicked Libby lightly on the arm.
    Libby flicked her back, not as lightly. “I’m not looking for a humpty-hump, Farti. Remember Seth?”
    Marti flicked, harder. “Don’t call me that. And anyway, Seth is, like, ten thousand miles away.”
    “He’s in San Diego this week. It’s barely two thousand miles from here.” Although he may as well be on the moon for all the luck she’d had getting in touch with him lately. Libby reached out and opened the door to her father’s car to get her shoes.
    “Two thousand or ten thousand, it’s still too far to keep a relationship going. Dante and I have vowed to never go more than two days without seeing each other.”
    Libby bent down to unbuckle her sandal. “Well, that’s very charming and cute and romantic, Marti, but it’s completely impractical. Are you really serious about this wedding thing? You’ve had more boyfriends than I’ve had dates, and yet suddenly you think Dante is The One?”
    “I know he is.” Marti’s eyes glowed with illogical reverence.
    Libby tossed one sandal in the car and pulled on her shoe. “Listen, I’ll support you, whatever you decide. But you’re talking about a serious commitment. This isn’t some crazy whim like the stuff Dad gets himself into. Marriage is real life.”
    “I know that. But true love is spontaneous and powerful and impossible to ignore. If you and Seth had that, you’d never be able to live apart like this. I’m just saying.”
    The fairy princess bound and gagged and residing down deep inside of Libby’s subconscious wanted to agree that love meant being impetuous and wild and all that silly, rainbow-bright gibberish, but Libby knew better. Practicality trumped passion. That’s the only reason she’d moved home when Seth suggested it.
    “Spontaneous and impossible to ignore? Seriously,