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Angela’s as they watched the men start unloading the luggage. “He’ll have you practicing all week.”

Angela smiled, agreeing. “How are you and Dad?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Great,” Abby replied with a smile. “Really great.”

Angela laughed. “Is he still annoying you all the time?”

Abby grinned. “Of course. But you know how much I love it.”

Her daughter sighed and looked towards her husband. “Yeah. I’m really hoping that my marriage is as fun as yours.”

Abby hoped for that as well, but before she could reply, Angela gasped so loudly that Ben even paused, turning to look.

“Cookies!” Angela moaned. “How many did Dad make?” she demanded.

Before Abby could answer, Angela and Ben both sprinted into the house, needing to stop their four children from getting too hyped up on sugar. Because as sure as the sky was blue and the sun would rise in the east, they knew that Zeke had made dozens of cookies to spoil his grandchildren.

 

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Excerpt from “Derick”

Release Date: October 30, 2020

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Carrie watched the other house as she sipped her coffee the following morning. Then she choked when her neighbor stepped out of the house in just a pair of jeans. No shoes. No shirt.

Carrie didn’t really care about the no shoes thing. But her devil-neighbor without a shirt? Dear heaven!

The cup of coffee almost slipped from her numb fingers as she watched him move about in his garden. Her eyes were burning as she stared and Carrie had to remind herself to blink. She was completely unaware of her mouth hanging open as her gaze took in the muscles packed onto his shoulders and back. The guy was…holy cow! He was buff!

“Ouch!” she hissed, looking down at her lap to find that she’d spilled coffee all over her lap. “Darn it!”

Standing up, she grabbed a dishtowel and wiped down her legs. She wasn’t wearing her normal baggy jeans because she was inside so the hot coffee stung her bare skin.

“Pull yourself together, Carrie!” she hissed, then purposely turned her back to the window and headed into her living room. She’d finished sanding down everything in this room as well as the family room and they both looked great!

She moved up the stairs, thinking to start on the staircase next. But as she pulled on her jeans and tee-shirt, ready to start the next project, she changed her mind. The front porch really needed those boards replaced. And it would make sense to replace the boards and sand everything down out there this morning, before the day got too hot. Yep, that was her new plan. Once it got too hot, she’d move inside to work on the stairs.

Twenty minutes later, she hauled the new boards she’d purchased the previous week out of the garage, setting up the tables so she could cut the new boards after she’d pulled up the old, worn out ones. She set up the handsaw and her goggles, pulled her hat down low over her hair, grabbed the crow bar and got to work. If she glanced over at her neighbor’s yard occasionally, well, that was just curiosity. Nothing else.

Using the crow bar, she pulled up one board after another, setting each of them beside the new boards. She’d just started on a particularly stubborn board when she felt a presence. Looking up, she found her neighbor, a tee shirt covering those amazing muscles now, coming towards her.

“Need some help?” he asked.

Carrie started to shake her head, wanting to tell him that she could handle it. But he walked over to the board and, with what looked like a flip of his thumb, had the stubborn board pulled up. With one gloved hand, he tossed the board onto the pile.

“Derick Matlock,” he said, pulling off his work glove and extending his hand to her.

“Jolene Smith,” she replied, telling him the name on the driver’s license she kept in her wallet. “I don’t…”

He didn’t even look at her as he pried up another board and tossed it onto the stack. “I know. You don’t need my help,” he interrupted, then went back to the porch and pried up the next rotted board. “I’ll just get these up for you. I’m bored and need the work out.”

Carrie watched as he used the crow bar with almost no effort, impressed by his strength. She really should tell him that she didn’t want his help but…she did. Which was stupid! Carrie knew that working by herself was safer.

But instead of telling him to leave her alone, she walked over to the saw and, picking up one of the boards, measured and cut it on the line she’d made. When