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Playing Dead in Dixie. Most Wanted, Book 2. Murder on Lovers' Lane. Seduced By The Boss: How to write a great review. It had been a happy home, or so she'd believed. She thought back to the warm, muggy October day he'd died and shuddered. All the choices had been his. But the question still haunted her: How had she not known? She'd lived with him, loved him, had a child with him and been carrying their second daughter. How could she not have known him for the monster he was?
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, she looked up. Despite the recent cleaning, dust motes floated on the air, scattered, slowly drifting toward her. For too many months, she'd been like them, scattered and drifting. She'd been weak, vulnerable. Fragile, the doctors had called her. Her chest tightened, making each breath harder to take. She imagined the dust particles flowing in with the air, carrying the faint scent of Mark's cologne into her lungs, and with a sudden shudder, she pivoted toward the French doors that opened from the family room onto the patio.
In all her years in the house, the backyard was the one place she'd felt truly comfortable. It had been her space, her choices, her retreat.
The stone patio gave way to lush grass, to the shimmer of the pool and the gardens and beds that spread everywhere. She could breathe out here. The only request she'd made of Brent, who'd handled her affairs for the past eighteen months, had been that he hire Bo Larkin to take care of the garden, and he'd done it. Bless his heart, he would have done anything to help her get better.
She walked across the grass, satisfied to see that Bo had been as meticulous in her work as Macy was herself.
How had Bo felt, though, caring for a garden that no one saw besides her and the lawn service guys? All that time and effort. As she neared the corner of the house, a snuffle outside the privacy fence caught her attention. It was followed by rustling, grunting and slithering, and for an instant the hairs on her neck stood on end.
A hollowed-out area under the gate explained the noise. Then he opened one to a slit to peek at her. She stopped her smile before it could form and moved past him to the gate. At least someone in the world was apparently having a normal day, even if it did mean chasing down his recalcitrant dog. She wondered if he knew how much to appreciate that.
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She would give up every dime of her fortune to learn what "normal" was supposed to be now. When she tugged the heavy gate open, Scooter's owner was nearing her driveway. He was tall, lanky, wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt and glasses, with his brown hair standing on end, as if he'd combed his fingers through it in frustration. A red leash was draped around his neck. He was a stranger to her, luckily. She really would have hated for the first person she saw to be someone she knew, someone like her friend Sophy's mother, Rae Marchand, who lived three houses down, or Louise Wetherby from the end of the block.
Either woman could put any gaggle of teenage girls to shame with their gossiping skills. Rae was pretty harmless about it, but Louise liked to leave her victims bleeding from the sharpness of her tongue. Macy intended to avoid both women during her stay. He's on meds right now, and he knows I give them at noon, so he's started making his escape about ten minutes before. The dog was still feigning sleep, though with one ear cocked up to hear better. You're not welcome in anyone's yard but your own. For so many months, the only people she'd dealt with outside her family were so overwhelmingly serious.
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For that matter, with the exception of Clary, the family members were too serious, too. Now here she stood in her backyard with a man who had discussions with his dog about proper behavior and, apparently, expected the animal to understand. It wasn't normal, but it beat her usual days by a mile.
The man hooked the leash onto Scooter's collar. He jumped at his owner with enough force to knock the man down if he hadn't been prepared, then panted and strained toward the gate as if eager to be on his way. He really did look contrite, and finally her smile formed. Scooter and I live down around the curve.
He hadn't been one of her and Mark's neighbors. Though he probably still knew everything that had happened.
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He did live in Copper Lake, after all, and he didn't seem the least bit hermitish. I came to work with Dr. Yates for a while and decided to stay. Yates is a vet. She wasn't sure she'd ever be recovered enough to comfortably deal with medical personnel. And being a vet certainly helped explain why he thought his dog could tell time and why he had regular discussions with him. Mark had chosen whom they socialized with, and a veterinarian had never made the list. She had never been the snob Mark was; by his standards, her own family wouldn't have been good enough.
They didn't have old blood and old money, prestige and power. They didn't rate with the great Howards. A snort of disgust rose inside her, but she choked it down. Not now, not here. A husband she loved who loved her back. You're stable now, she reminded herself, forcing even breaths. She had some unsteady moments, but they were fewer and further between.
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She was capable and competent. Have a job besides taking care of this place? As soon as Mark had graduated, she'd dropped out and they'd gotten married. He'd never wanted her working then, and she didn't need to now. Between his death and his grandmother's a month later, Macy had enough money to support herself, her daughter and whatever family Clary might one day have for the rest of their lives.
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