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insurance claims indicate she’s been to the doctor several times in the past couple of months.”
    “What about the granddaughter, Bethany?” Monty added. “She’s a real firecracker.”
    Bart laughed, “Fuck Jack, you should have seen your face when she came tearing out of the woods like a mama bear.”
    “And you caught her in mid-air,” Marc said, joining in the laughter.
    Jack grinned at the memory before his body reminded him of the way she felt in his arms. Even as she struggled, his body reacted to hers.
    “You got more on the granddaughter?” Monty asked. “I’d like to know what her deal is.”
    “No,” Jack said firmly, causing the other seven men to focus on him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he was aware of their perusal. “No one looks into her. Except me.”
    The men eyed each other and grins spread among the group. In the couple of years they had been working together, Jack rarely went home with one of the women from a bar when they had all gone out. While most of them worked hard and played hard, Jack had been the one to go home early wanting to make sure he was doing all he could to build his business.
    Luke shut his computer down, said, “Yes, sir.”
    “I hate to bring up unpleasant news, but before all this was happening, we were looking into the murders,” Blaise said.
    “Exactly,” Jack agreed. “Thank you for helping with this morning and with securing the perimeter again, but Blaise is right. I still need you on task for our next briefing tomorrow morning about the possible serial killer.”
    With that, the men dispersed for the day leaving Jack alone.
    *
    That evening as the sun descended over the mountains in the background, Bethany settled Ann in one of the rockers before joining her. The Welcome Center officially closed at five p.m., but the renters knew that she lived above the main common area and could be found if needed. Thankfully, it appeared to be a slow evening.
    She glanced to the side, watching Gram’s face beaming in the sunset.
    “This was your grandfather’s favorite time,” Gram said. “We would sit here and watch the sun set over the mountains and see the colors flash across the lake.” Sighing heavily, she admitted, “I miss him.”
    “I know you do, Gram,” Bethany acknowledged, her heart aching for her grandmother’s sadness when the past was remembered and for the loss of her grandmother as the insidious disease was creeping in.
    Alzheimer’s. That was what the doctor had said. Early stages of Alzheimer’s like dementia. Bethany had sat numbly as the doctor explained what was happening and what to expect. She had taken Gram in for a checkup when it seemed as though Gram was forgetting the simplest of things. Running tests and a full exam, the Geriatric Specialist finally gave her the diagnosis and began Gram on medication to slow down the progression of the disease.
    Some days were better than others and, thank God, most days were better than this one. Usually, Gram just forgot where she put the vacuum or someone’s receipt. She recognized their returning customers’ faces but began to forget their names. And sometimes she thinks I’m her sister who’s been dead for years. And Charlie? She was calling Jack by the name of Charlie. I’m pretty sure that was Helen’s teenage sweetheart. Shaking her head, she focused on the memory of the tall, handsome man they met today and she chuckled. I’ll bet we weren’t what he was expecting!
    Sighing deeply, she thought about Jack sitting quietly washing Gram’s cuts. How could such a gruff man be so gentle? Her reflections continued as she remembered the way his body felt against hers. I was captured by him, but with ease, not pain. It had been a long time since she had been held by a man. College certainly had its romantic encounters but once Gram needed more help, she decided to put her business degree to use here at Mountville.
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