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obviously have been a problem. Flying them was sure to be prohibitively expensive.
    “Do you have any more questions for me?” she asked.
    “None.” Christian looked at his watch. “Would you mind filling out the application form while you’re here? I’ll be holding interviews for the next day or so. I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon, if that’s all right.”
    Abbey stood. “That’d be fine.”
    Christian gave her the one-page application, which she completed quickly and gave back to him.
    He rose from behind the table and extended his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
    “You, too.” Even before she’d come in for the interview, she’d known she’d accept the position if it was offered to her. She needed a job, needed to support her family. If that meant traveling to the ends of the earth, she’d do it. But as she turned to walk away, Abbey realized she not only needed this position, she wanted it. Badly.
    She loved the idea of creating her own library. But it wasn’t just the challenge of the job that excited her. She’d watched this man’s eyes light up as he talked about his home. When he said Hard Luck was beautiful, he’d said it with sincerity, with passion. When he told her about the tundra and the forest, she could imagine their beauty. She’d seen plenty of photographs and even a National Geographic documentary, but it was his words that truly convinced her. More than that, excited her.
    “Mr. O’Halloran?” she said, surprising herself.
    He was already seated, leafing intently through a sheaf of papers. He glanced up. “Yes?”
    “If you decide to hire me, I promise I’ll do a good job for you and the people in Hard Luck.”
    He nodded. “And I promise I’ll phone you soon.”
     
    “Well?” Scott looked at Abbey expectantly when she walked into the house. “How’d the interview go?”
    Abbey slipped off her pumps and curled her toes into the carpet. “Fine—I think.”
    “Will you get the job?”
    Abbey didn’t want to build up her son’s hopes. “I don’t know, honey. Where’s Missy?” Since she paid the teenage babysitter top dollar, she expected her to stay with Scott and Susan for the agreed-upon number of hours.
    “Her mother wanted her to put a roast in the oven at four-thirty. Susan went with her. They’ll be back soon.”
    Abbey collapsed into her favorite chair and dangled her arms over the sides. Her feet rested on the ottoman.
    “Are you finished your homework?” she asked.
    “I don’t have any. There’s only a couple more weeks left of school.”
    “I know.”
    Abbey dreaded the summer months. Every year, day camp and babysitting were more and more expensive. Scott was getting old enough to resent having a teenager stay with him. Not that Abbey blamed him. Before she knew it, her son would be thirteen himself.
    “Would it be okay if I went over to Jason’s house?” he asked eagerly. “I’ll be home in time for dinner.”
    Abbey nodded, but she knew it wasn’t the other boy he was interested in seeing. It was those puppies that’d captured his nine-year-old heart.
     
    Sawyer walked into the long, narrow structure that sat next to the gravel-and-dirt runway. The mobile served as the office for Midnight Sons. Eventually they hoped to build a real office. That had been on the agenda for the past eight years—ever since they’d started the business. During those years, Charles and Sawyer had built their own homes. Sawyer’s was across the street from Christian’s place, which had been the O’Halloran family home. Charles’s house was one street over—not that there were paved streets in Hard Luck.
    But they’d been too busy running Midnight Sons—flying cargo and passengers, hiring pilots, negotiating contracts and all the other myriad responsibilities that came with a business like theirs. Constructing an office building was just another one of those things they hadn’t gotten around to doing.
    Exhausted, Sawyer threw himself down