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give up the life in Europe. A lot to leave behind. A lot to gain by staying in Maine. Only he could decide what he wanted. With plenty of time lately to consider everything, he’ddiscovered he wanted family, friends and love. They would last. The rest was fleeting. For a moment he frowned, wondering where he’d heard that before.
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    Marcie kept telling herself it was just a meeting to clear the air. She had no reason to feel anticipation or excitement. But as the morning wore on, her expectations rose. She tried not to remember meeting Zack for other picnics, but memories crowded in. Sometimes they’d meet on the lawn at the marina. Other times he’d drive them to the beach. Always together. This was so unlike other picnics, but she couldn’t stop the hopeful feelings that grew. Would he tell her something that would ease the pain of the past? Give her insights into who he was today?
    She’d ordered the lunch in his name and debated whether to be out front when he picked it up or walk over to the park early and be there when he arrived. If it was going to be awkward, better to be in the park and not have to walk over together. And the fewer people who saw them together, the less likely the rumor mill would spike.
    â€œMarcie, your dad’s out front,” one of the busboys called when passing her office doorway.
    She frowned. She hadn’t expected her father to drop by. As she walked from her office into the café, she realized she hadn’t seen him at church on Sunday or at the picnic. That had flown from her mind when she had seen Zack at the picnic.
    Bill Winter sat at a table by one of the large windows facing the street. He had a cup of coffee in front of him and was gazing out the window.
    Marcie slid into a chair opposite him.
    â€œHi, Dad,” she said. “If you’d told me you were here, I could have joined you.”
    He smiled at her. “You just did. Things going good?”
    She nodded. He always asked that when they got together. “You missed the church picnic.” Should she tell him about Zack?
    â€œI also missed church Sunday. Too much going on.”
    â€œLike what?”
    He looked at her a moment, then shook his head. “Fishing and things.”
    â€œAh, the great excuse—you’re closer to God fishing than anywhere else.”
    â€œPretty much,” he said.
    Marcie shook her head when a waitress asked if she wanted anything. For some reason, today her father looked older than she’d noticed before. Her mother had died long ago and her father seemed content to live alone since Marcie had moved into her own apartment. She was his only child. She had wanted her own place several years ago, to be independent. But at what cost to her father? Had he regretted her decision? She’d fought against the idea of being an old maid caring for an aged father. Of course, before today she’d never thought of her dad as old. He looked all of his fifty-some years now.
    Still, they remained close. Having dinner together most Sundays. Having lunch together now and then during the week. Sometimes she wondered if the Lord had plans for her to remain single all her days. She knew her dad would love grandchildren. No one in town had ever caught her eye since Zack left. And she didn’t want to leave Rocky Point.
    â€œSo things are okay with you, Dad?” she asked again, fishing herself.
    â€œSure.” He gave her a quick smile and took a sip of coffee.
    Marcie wasn’t convinced. Then it occurred to her he’dprobably heard about Zack being back and was trying to find the best way to tell her.
    â€œDad, I know Zack Kincaid’s back,” she said softly, her eyes watching for his reaction. It would be hard not to in a small town like Rocky Point. Did her dad think to shelter her by never talking about Zack?
    His expression hardened. “I haven’t seen him, but I knew. You doing okay?”
    She nodded.