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    She grinned; she absolutely adored the idea.
    In the new year, Cate flipped ahead, she'd be back to work and travel, with the new cookbook out. February was Florida, March: Texas and California, and in April she'd go to Tennessee and Louisiana. She'd do the shows Sylvia signed her for, as well as meet and greets and book signings. Her own shows would be taped in between. Cate stretched luxuriously. She loved sleeping in fancy hotels with freshly-made beds and rich accommodations. She loved visiting new places and finding fascinating restaurants. Her happiness came in meeting all kinds of new people.
    A bonus was when they told her what local places were fun to try. Cate loved to explore. She would shop, too−trying out small bookstores, checking out art, and searching for just the right treasures to bring home to Nic, Alex and even Merry. It was tradition, and tradition was important.
    Cate would round out her spring visiting with childhood friends in beautiful North Georgia. There she'd spend a few days curled up in a hotel, completely on vacation (so she said) before the long summer.
    She could be herself with Clark, Nan, Joan, and Eric.
    Cate took a minute to daydream of her favorite hotel. She thought of all the new restaurants they'd certainly visit. Usually, they'd meet at the indulgent pool soon after she arrived. When they got hungry, the party would retire to a late dinner. Cate would spend a day shopping with Joanie and Nan. (One of the two willing husbands would sometimes tag along.) The evenings would pass with the families−cooking, usually. They'd all gather in the kitchen at each of the homes for one night apiece, dining out only when they grew tired of making Publix runs. She also knew the group would twist her arm until she agreed to karaoke. When that happened, inevitably, the trip was ending.
    Until that time, however, the five friends would reminisce, catch up, laugh, tease, and relax. Usually a few hours in, tranquility would hit, then inspiration would follow. Clark always left vacation with new content for at least one more New York Times bestselling book or series. Joanie, his sister and assistant; Nan, his wife; Eric, who was married to Joanie; and Cate left enraptured and reprieved. Over two decades ago, as teenagers, they'd casually conspired a brain trust. Now they motivated each another easily, growing each other and their own companies as they talked.
    Later in the summer, her friends would venture up the coast to toast the Labor Day holiday near Cate's beach. She already knew they'd spend long nights on the deck, overlooking the shore, in front of the fireplace. They would cook, adding laughter and music. The sound of longtime friends together would be as enticing as the smells coming from Cate's kitchen. They'd venture out to both old hangouts and new. They might trip through the village or haunt the pier. And the group would certainly day-trip to watch the waves further east on the real shore, where Putnam Beach met the Atlantic.
    Cate sighed blissfully and leaned back to adjust the stereo. She missed her closest friends when they weren't with her, but she knew she only had to call and they'd answer. They'd just left, in fact, weeks before. Her heart was still warm from the delicious visit.
    Luke Bryan finished singing about a Dixie cup. When Jason Aldean's Burning It Down began, Cate raised the volume on the sound system. She allowed herself a blissful moment listening to his low voice, then moved to her computer and got to work.
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
    Zac Brown was singing about being chicken-fried, and therefore, Cate was, too. She was sitting with her laptop, her feet, in cozy socks, tucked up under her. She was looking for show inspiration.
    Cate was always open to a new spice rack idea, one with an unusual size or shape, or one that fit naturally into a kitchen. She knew her precious viewers had varied needs–lots of room or no room; some wanted few spices; some (like Cate)