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herself, but he was going, going…and soon would be gone.
    Right now he was still too irritated at her, baffled by her, his confidence thwarted because she was new to his experience. So during this visit, Hazel settled for merely planting a seed. She could water it later. Her secret garden of love.
    â€œA lesson?” she finally responded, her tone innocent of any guile. “Why, Dr. Saville, I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but no one ever has much trouble getting my point, if you’ll excuse the pun. Well, my goodness!”
    She glanced at her watch, then stood up.
    John Saville hastily rose, too.
    â€œI’ve got yard work to do,” she explained. “The trees are still winter mulched, can you believe my lazy bones? And today I have to help pick out breed stock. Thanks for the wonderful advice.”
    â€œWhat advice? I didn’t give you any.”
    â€œWell had you, I’m sure it would have been excellent advice.”
    â€œBut, Hazel, we still haven’t—”
    â€œToodle-oo,” she called as she stepped quickly into the hallway. But she had more medicine to dispense before she left.
    She deliberately left the door wide open so the doctor could hear her.
    â€œBecky, hon,” she called, her tone making it sound like a mere afterthought. “Do you remember Rick Collins, my accountant, Larry’s, kid brother?”
    Rebecca, busy taking inventory in the medical supply room, poked her head out into the hallway. She gave Hazel a little frown as she tried to recall. “Have I met him?”
    â€œNot exactly, I don’t believe. You saw him waiting in Larry’s car one day in my driveway. Remember? You asked me who the cute guy was?”
    Rebecca kept the blank expression as memory failed her. “I’m not sure I remember…”
    â€œYou said he had a nice smile. Sure you did. So I gave him your phone number,” Hazel supplied in an offhand tone. “Suggested he give you a call soon. And I warned him not to put it off too long or he’d end up on the waiting list.”
    â€œHazel,” she protested, “I really don’t remember—”
    â€œOh, Larry says he’s loads of fun,” Hazel said, cutting her off, already letting herself out. “He reads a lot, and you’ve always liked guys who read.”
    â€œHazel, I can’t—”
    â€œI’ll send a check when I get home,” Hazel commentedto Lois as she closed the door behind her. Her last glimpse showed John Saville in the hallway, watching Rebecca with the same hard expression he usually wore around her.
    Let not your hearts be troubled, youngsters, she reflected as she walked to her car. True love always finds a way.
    Or at least a good agent, she added, and sheer deviltry sparkled in her Prussian-blue eyes.

Three
    R ick Collins must have followed Hazel’s advice about not wasting time, for he called later that very day. The phone rang only minutes after Rebecca had returned to her studio apartment, located just south of Mystery on Bluebush Road. Her place was only minutes from Valley General Hospital, where she’d worked as a surgical-recovery nurse briefly before Dr. Winthrop hired her, impressed by colleagues’ reports about her work.
    Her very first telephone impression of Rick had been favorable. A nice voice, decidedly masculine but not macho, and he identified himself immediately. No cute little guessing games like some guys played. He simply skipped any preliminaries and politely asked her to dinner the coming weekend at the Hathaway House.
    He was a bit businesslike and direct about it, but she sort of liked his confident, why-don’t-we-close-a-deal manner, so she accepted. He was friendly without sounding desperate or nervous in the way of men who placed too much importance on a date. And the Hathaway House in nearby Summerfield, while no leader in trendy cuisine, was generally considered the best