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disappeared at the bottom of the hill, his gaze narrowing as an idea played in his head.
    Geez, he wished he hadn’t gotten stuck with Blair while Diane was around. Their families had been friends for decades, and she’d been all over guys for as long as he could remember. He hoped someday she’d find the man. He pushed out a long breath. Make life easier for the rest of the male population.
    Remembering what had come out of his mouth, that the planter was his gift to the school , he cringed. That was some BS. He’d done the planter only for Diane, but somehow hadn’t wanted to admit it in the middle of the store with her kids and all the other customers around.
    He headed back along the parking lot path to the store, directing a smile or nod at the customers walking by.
    “Dad!”
    He turned to see his son in the passenger seat of Ian’s best friend’s car. He walked over to the two boys.
    Ian lifted his sunglasses from his lightly freckled nose, and stretched an upraised hand out to his father.
    Marc slapped it. “What’s up?” He flattened his palm and held it out for his son to do the same.
    “What’s up with you, sport?” Ian teased back.
    Marc grinned down at his son. He leaned in to look over at the driver. “Hey, Jay. You two headed over to your house?”
    “Yup,” Ian answered for his friend. “Mrs. McDermott is making us food, and then Scott and I and Mr. McD are leaving so we can get to the hotel by ten o’clock.”
    “Sounds good,” Marc answered. “Thanks, Jay, and thank your parents for me.”
    Jay nodded. “No problem, Mr. S.”
    “Why don’t you call me, Ian, when you get settled tonight?”
    “Okay.”
    “What time do things get started in the morning?”
    “We’re having breakfast with coach at eight thirty.”
    Marc studied his son who was radiating excited anticipation. The freckles and lighter skin were his mother’s, but that energy was all Stafford. “Sorry I won’t be there with you, buddy.” He’d toyed with the idea of going on every college visit Ian had planned, but they were coming into high season at Stafford’s. The compromise for now was that Jay’s father would take the boys on this visit, and Marc would do the one they had scheduled in two weeks.
    With only a single lane now to get by, cars were backing up in the parking lot behind them. Marc gave the car door a light slap, and took a step back, feeling oddly bereft. “Have a great trip, guys.”

Chapter Six
    Diane opened her eyes. Morning light filtered through her curtains. She lay quiet for a moment under the covers, taking in the promise of the day—the first of May.
    After a quick shower, she pulled on jeans, a white shirt, and a bright cardigan. She finished with small crystal studs in her pierced ears.
    In the early light, she stepped down the hallway, the carpet runner soft under her feet, to Meggie’s room to wake her.
    Meggie jumped up, eager to try her hand at arranging the flowers in the little block of spongy green foam that would go inside the May basket.
    Across the hall, Allen took a couple prods before he remembered the secret run to Grandma’s and sprung out of bed, too. He showed up minutes later attired in a dark tee and sweatpants—spy clothes.
    Meggie fussed over the flower arrangement until Diane pronounced the basket ready.
    She shooed her children out the door to the car, and then turned back for a moment. “You two go ahead. I’ll be right back.” She jogged upstairs to uncover the two plants hidden on the floor of her closet. The succulent that looked like miniature rocks went into a small plastic basket to hang over Allen’s door knob. The African violet she’d finally selected into a be-ribboned doily cone for Meggie’s door.
    For just a moment, she paused to survey the baskets hanging on the knobs. Pleased, she hurried down the stairs.
    Allen crouched near the corner of the house, entranced by a water-laden spider web. In a pink shirt and jeans, Meggie looked over