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when you arrive in…what is it…just ten days now?”
    “Ten days ‘til we get there, twelve days until the
wedding. And none too soon. At the rate my belly’s growing, my gown
won’t fit if I get much bigger.”
    “You’ll be beautiful. Stop worrying! Just get
yourself and Jackson down here and we’ll get the party
started.”
    “Maybe you’ll have some time to party while you’re
down there by yourself for the next ten days with nothing to do.
Maybe you can find some way to amuse yourself?” Taylor asked.
    If only she really did have ten empty days ahead of
her. Chris’ face floated in front of her eyes and she could almost
feel his lips on her neck. She’d fill up those ten days pretty
easily if she didn’t already have enough work to fill the next
month.
    “Great idea, Taylor. I’ll look around downtown for
an easy island guy who wants two weeks of sex and an invite to a
swanky wedding. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
    “Have fun, but don’t wear yourself out. Save a
little dancing for the reception.”
    There was a half second of silence on Taylor’s end,
and then she said, “Really, Whitney, I can’t thank you enough for
taking care of everything down there. I know you said it’s fine,
but it’s still a lot to ask you to leave your business for two
weeks and hang out there all alone planning my wedding.”
    “God, it’s torture,” Whitney said. “I have to meet
with the florist, arrange a bunch of bows and chairs, check on the
cake, and force myself to meet the chef at a five-star resort in
town. I’ll probably even have to eat some samples. Some friend you
are.”
    Taylor laughed. “If Jackson and I could get away
sooner—”
    “No!” Whitney practically shouted. “I mean, don’t be
ridiculous. Like I said, it’s all under control and maybe I want
the house all to myself. You know, just in case I find that willing
island guy.”
    “I’m calling you tonight to check up on you and give
you the big results.”
    “Your ultrasound! Twenty weeks down, twenty to go. I
can’t wait to hear if it’s a boy or a girl. Good luck. I’ll be
thinking of you.”
    After she hung up the phone with her best friend,
Whitney downed another cup of coffee and made a few more notes on
the checklist for the contractor. Just hearing Taylor’s excited and
anxious voice made her twice as determined that East Pointe would
be ready, come hell or high water.
    ****
    Rick stepped into the construction office at
seven-thirty a.m. Real work didn’t get going on island time until
at least eight o’clock, but a couple of years of working with and
for Chris had taught him that the boss still had a Maine work ethic
and was up with the dawn.
    “Didya get any rest yesterday?” Rick asked. He knew
it was a pointless question because he knew that Chris worked every
Sunday on his extra-curricular projects. Lots of the locals knew,
too, because that’s when he showed up and fixed broken windows,
patched roofs, and added special touches to playgrounds and parks.
He would never work his employees as hard as he worked himself.
    “Actually,” Chris said as he leaned back in a creaky
chair in the ramshackle office, “I did have some fun last
night.”
    “Pretty lady? I hope?”
    “Beautiful.”
    Rick leaned against the aluminum wall and whistled.
“No kidding. I was thinking you’d forgotten how to have fun.”
    “I remember.”
    “Local?”
    “Nope. I saw her at the airport day before yesterday
when she flew in. She’s here for two weeks, I think,” Chris
said.
    “Alone?”
    “Not sure. Said she’s staying with friends.”
    “Still feel like workin’ today?” Rick asked.
    “Got to. At least for a little while. Unless I get a
better offer.”
    “And that would be…?”
    “Luck. And probably more than I deserve.”
    Chris drew some squiggly marks on his outdated desk
calendar before continuing. “Want to hear something that’ll
jumpstart your heart this morning? Check out this message I found
on the