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warehouse buildings included in Agnes’ bequest, to make her home. She contracted Brian to do the rehab, with the idea of offering the remaining units to returning vets, in honor of the sacrifice Adam and so many others had made.
    River View turned out even better than she envisioned, and the experience was so rewarding she couldn’t help thinking why stop there ? With Brian’s assistance, they could turn Agnes’ remaining warehouses into affordable housing units for dozens more deserving vets.
    Never one to think small, Sil pointed out how others might agree with the sentiment and the concept of The Adam’s House Foundation was born.
    Figuring out the legalities took some doing, but Rylee’s anonymous contribution got things off the ground. Because of her father’s notoriety, Rylee kept her name out of foundation business, but no detail escaped her notice, and ultimately, she had the final say when it came to Adam’s House’s interests. To the world, however, Silvia was the force behind the mission, and Brian Hurly was the muscle.
    “Speaking of Brian.” Rylee noted the time on her watch. “I’ve got to go. I’m supposed to meet him in twenty minutes to check out a building he has his eye on.”
    Having reached the limit of his juvenile attention span, Pippin was up and scrambling across the room the moment Rylee shifted in her chair to rise. He dove for Sil, who laughed and blocked his approach. Once she convinced him to sit properly, she turned a raised brow on Rylee.
    “This conversation isn’t finished.”
    Rylee laughed mirthlessly, reaching for Pippin’s dangling leash. “It never is.”
    Sil patted Pippin’s head before rising. “You’re too precious, inside and out, to let your father’s legacy hold you back from building a full life.”
    “Well, you’ll have to keep your fairy-godmother wand on idle for now. I’ve got work to do.”
    Rylee called Belle to heel and headed for the living room.
    “Oh, I almost forgot,” Sil called to her back. “We’re expecting you for dinner tomorrow night. A family thing. Brian will be here.” She paused before adding in a satisfied drawl, “And the hunky lawyer will be here, too.”

Chapter Four
    The sidewalk teamed with lunch hour activity, crowded with people eager to take advantage of the perfect summer day. A good test for Pippin, Rylee brought both dogs along for the twenty-minute walk. Though his enthusiasm for the swirling throng tested Pippin’s focus several times, he did well. Rylee wasn’t surprised. Since coming to the academy two weeks ago, he proved both intelligent and eager to please. In fact, except for that disaster the other day with Elliott and Sil, which hadn’t been the dog’s fault, he responded to Rylee’s intensified instruction like a willing student. It was time to bring in his owners.
    She had some concerns with the Wilsons. While Bob Wilson remained indifferent to the family pet, Pippin intimidated Bob’s wife Emily. Neither of them appeared capable, or willing, to project pack-leader status, which meant nothing but trouble considering Pippin’s size. Unless the couple changed their behavior, no one would be happy. If that were the case, they would be better off finding Pippin another home—and getting themselves a cat. She planned to tell them just that and hoped the warning would sink in.
    Rounding the corner onto Center Street, she spotted Brian’s lanky six-foot frame. Affecting his typical, lazy slouch, he leaned against a rail fence enclosing a small courtyard. Behind him, a large brick warehouse sat back from the street. Legs crossed at the ankles, he held a cell phone to his ear. A denim work-shirt rode his wide shoulders and chest, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and a dusty smudge marred one thigh of his Khaki slacks. Scuffed work boots covered his large feet.
    At her approach, he straightened and ended the call, slipping the phone into his pocket. A pair of aviator sunglasses hid his pale blue eyes