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I’m so glad you moved home to Eternity Springs. ” Nicole Sullivan stood at the doorway of her veterinary clinic and waved at the girl’s mother, Lisa Myers, who waited in the ten-year-old sedan on the street, her eight-month-old son strapped into a car seat in the back. “I’m glad I could help, Beth. ” Or baked goods. Or venison. She had managed to barter a case of elderberry wine for a radiator hose replacement on her truck. “Mom says you have to stop giving away your services,” said Lori Reese, Nic’s volunteer assistant and seventeen-year-old goddaughter.
Maybe she’s an heiress. Or … what has she said about her late husband? ” “I don’t recall her saying much about him. Plus I wouldn’t bet against her having been a corporate bigwig. ” Onstage, Celeste leaned toward the mike and said, “Thank you, Mayor Townsend, council members, and fellow citizens. I appreciate the opportunity to address you. First, let me publicly thank you all for the very warm welcome you gave me as a newcomer to Eternity. I just knew that a town built along Angel Creek had to be a special place, and you’ve proved me right.
Daddy, can I have a dog? Please? Pretty please? Gabe gave himself a shake, then grimly said, “Well, it doesn’t matter how you got up here. ” The tail thumped three times. Otherwise the dog didn’t move so much as a whisker. In fact, he looked as if he’d be content to lie by the fire all winter. “Not hardly,” Gabe muttered. Well, he was headed to town anyway. A quick stop by the vet’s to dump the dog wouldn’t be a big deal. Gabe grabbed his car keys from a nearby table and jangled them. ” One floppy brown ear perked up inside the silly white cone.