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“Just the butler today, To out” Luke Pratt winked “Welcome to Foster House”

Abby had gone all out, hadn’t she? As Toh to the back of the house, he noticed that every inch had been polished until it glea precisely in place, and the sliding pocket door he’d installed in the kitchen was closed, blocking it frouests He stood aside as it slid open and aa silver tray

He’d stepped back in time

“Tom”

Abby’s voice was a welco like he’d fallen down a rabbit hole, but when he turned around it felt like all the air had gone out of his lungs

She looked beautiful Timeless Like a picture out of the old Foster photo albued

She grinned and spun in a circle “Do you like it? It’s got to be over a hundred years old When I first discovered it the shirt was a bit yellowed and it sh, don’t you think?”

He sed What he was thinking had little to do with the state of her clothing but with her The full navy skirt fell in soft folds clear to the floor, and the white blouse was tapered and tucked in all the right places to make her waist look tiny and her breasts …

Well He sed again He’d have to lock that down tight, wouldn’t he?

A red, white, and blue sash ran from her shoulder to her hip as well, to celebrate the occasion “You’re looking very festive,” he answered “This is quite the event”

“Co hiic”

What Toic She had no idea how ed here Or that when she went away, they were all going to miss her terribly

Abby’s heart pounded and she forced herself to keep her composure Tom looked delicious today, out of his customary jeans and into what she’d consider business casual The way his trousers hugged his hips and the blue shirt spread across the wide expanse of his chest …

Time hadn’t taken away the attraction, the need for hireater

She led hih the sunny porch and down the steps to the backyard Several tents were set up, and beneath their shade were tables with blindingly white cloths Each table held a bouquet of flowers in patriotic colors Abby tilted her head up at hiladness that he’d actually come She’d been afraid he wouldn’t “What do you think? Red roses, white carnations, and blue irises—those for ram”