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What was it with this fa up, her lue, odds and ends, construction paper, and other things so she and Bobby could invent and renovate Her first project had been her three-drawer dresser that her un and a jar of old buttons Really, that had been the beginning of her obsession

“Sawyer and I got this old medical cart from the 50s at a flea market and then stripped it, sanded it, repainted it, and added a few bits and bobs to make it unique”

“And he helped you with thatanother sip of tea

“Uh-huh” Clover nodded “I know, he wasn’t into it at first, either, but he caotten him to take some time off on his work-at-hoet ideas for the next day’s trip to the fleatable but haven’t found one we like quite yet”

It took a few seconds for the bubbles of excite the flea market with Sawyer to settle and then for reality to take a pin to each one so it popped Once her period caain She sed past the e her throat

because it wasn’t the fleathere with Sawyer And that just sucked

Helene didn’t see the same bittersweet realization Instead, the older woman just looked at Clover and smiled “I’m impressed, dear”

She was just about to ask hen the stylist appeared at her side and declared it was time to rinse And with a small smile at her former ne headith Helene didn’t one forever in just a few days

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sawyer paced the foyer in his penthouse Still a little jet lagged fro he wanted was to put on a tux and attend one of the Kenning Fund Galas histime with Clover, then it was a sacrifice he wasto take His plane had been delayed and he’d barely

Nerves needing an outlet, he fiddled with the box containing the heirloootten out of the bank vault on the drive hoht ho on a plan The details were sketchy—shocker—but he had the big picture clear in his head Since the limo ride would be their only opportunity to be alone, he’d do it there He couldn’t wait until after the gala It was past time to close the deal

The door to her rooue

She wore a silver, gold, and black gown that hugged her curves and caught the light as she moved Her hair was pulled up—not in a messy knot like he’d seen before but some sort of complicated hairstyle that twisted as it wound around her head, ending up in a loosely braided bun in the back Loose tendrils in different shades of blond fell around her face, te him to reach out and touch their smooth curls

“You look beautiful”

“Thank you” She s yesterday with your mom”