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trust.”
    Though his words sucked all the comfort from her, she returned his smile and hoped
     she could maintain her silence at least until it was time to go.

Chapter Three
    Early the next morning, Matt stood at his kitchen window drinking a cup of coffee.
     Sam had an appointment with the doctor followed by a visit to the lab to have blood
     drawn. The doc had indicated this was all routine, but Sam had never had blood drawn
     before. Anxiety gnawed at his gut.
    Matt’s mother walked in and headed for the refrigerator. “You’re up early for your
     day off. You and Sam going fishing this morning?”
    Matt tossed his remaining coffee down the drain. He turned from the sink to give his
     mother a peck on the cheek when she moved past him, inhaling the same flowery perfume
     she’d worn for as long as Matt could remember. “Morning, Mom. We’re fishing later
     on. Sam’s got a doctor’s appointment first.”
    “Is he sick? If you’d told me, I could have—”
    “Just his yearly checkup. Everything’s fine.”
    His mother opened the fridge and removed an armload of food. “I just need to fatten
     him up a bit.” She carried everything to the counter next to the stove. Behind her
     back, Matt studied the ceiling. He took a deep, silent breath. The answer to every
     problem was food—and lots of it—according to his mother.
    He had to tamp down her efforts before she made a breakfast big enough to feed the
     neighborhood. “I’ve already eaten, and Sam’s not supposed to eat before his blood
     is drawn.”
    Shifting away from the stove, she placed a hand on her hip and pointed a spatula in
     Matt’s direction. “How ridiculous. Breakfast is important. I’ll fix him some eggs,
     bacon, and home fries to give him a good start on the day.”
    A good lead into high cholesterol, too, but Matt figured he should keep his mouth
     shut. They’d battled about food since her arrival. “Just make something for yourself,
     Mom. Dr. Cooper said it’s important that Sam not have any food past midnight last
     night, or the test will be inaccurate. We’ll stop for breakfast after his appointment.”
    His mother released an exaggerated sigh in resignation. “Fine.” She switched on the
     small kitchen TV to what he knew was her favorite morning news show. Matt took a seat
     at the table to wait for Sam.
    A few minutes later, Sam entered the room. He yawned, scratched his head, and plunked
     down in a chair. “Do we still get to go to the cookout tonight?”
    “Yeah, we’re going.”
    “So we’ll get to see Dani?”
    “Sure.” Sam flashed a big smile. Seemed like his boy might have a crush. “You seem
     smitten with Ms. Sullivan, bud. What’s up with that?”
    “What’s smitten mean?”
    “It means you like her a lot.”
    “I do. She calls me ‘honey.’ Nobody’s ever called me that before.”
    Matt imagined her calling him honey, too—or baby—in her raspy, seductive voice. And
     what would it be like to have those golden-brown eyes filled with passion and aimed
     at him? A car horn interrupted Matt’s daydreams before his imagination could go into
     the danger zone.
    Matt’s mother lowered the sound on the TV. “You seem to be spending a lot of time
     at the bungalows lately.”
    “I offered to help Jack with renovations on my days off, and Sam loves to hang out
     at the lake.” Although with Ms. Sullivan’s arrival, Matt thought about spending even
     more time there. “One of the cottages got hit hard from the spring storm. After I
     replace the roof, Jack wants to remodel.”
    “According to the women at the hair salon, there’s a new young nurse in town for the
     summer. They say she’s staying at the bungalows.” His mom gave Matt an exaggerated
     eyebrow wiggle.
    Matt stood, the wooden chair scratching against the linoleum floor. He planted his
     hands on his hips and stared down at his shoes while the morning show’s theme song
     filled the kitchen. She was his mother and he’d