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  “I’m sure it was important,” Sophie said. “Things are a little hectic in Temptation these days.”

  Amy sighed. “Yeah, but he knows I’m leaving and he went to the airport anyway.” She straightened her shoulders. “And I really do want to see L.A. Even if Davy says I’ll hate it, I want to see it.” She gave Sophie a weak smile. “I’ll come back for Thanksgiving. You’ll have me and Davy, just like always.”

  “Good enough,” Sophie said, trying not to cry. She hugged Amy good-bye, holding on tight for a minute, and then Amy pulled away to walk to the car without looking back.

  “Be careful,” Sophie called after her, and Amy waved without turning and got in the car, and Sophie realized from the way she bent over the steering wheel that she was crying. “It’s okay,” she called out to Amy, “you’re doing the right thing. Stay out of bat country. Everything will be fine. Nothing but good times.”

  Amy nodded. She backed up the convertible and made her U-turn to get out of Temptation, and then she was gone.

  This is good, Sophie told herself. We needed our own lives. This is good.

  She sighed once and then walked through the house and out the back door, letting Lassie out with her this time. “So it’s just us,” Sophie said, as they walked down the hill. “A girl and her dog.” Lassie barked and ran down to the dock, and Sophie followed her and kicked off her shoes to sit on the edge and dangle her feet in the water. The river was still high from the rain, and fast, and it flowed cool and sweet past her ankles.

  “So here’s the thing, dog,” Sophie said. “We’re out of a job, living in a house we’re going to be evicted from at any minute, deserted by our siblings, discarded by our uptight lover, and with nothing to show for it because a creep of a politician stole all our work.” Lassie lay down beside her, evidently overcome by the enormity of it all. “I’m looking for a bright side here, Lassie, I’m looking for a rainbow, but I am not seeing one.” Lassie pricked up her ears. “Okay, forget the rainbow. What we need is a plan.”

  Lassie barked and bounded off the dock, and when Sophie turned around, she saw Dillie on the porch, crouched down to meet the dog, and Phin walking down the slope toward her, looking as perma-pressed as ever in his white shirt and khakis. “Hello,” she said, and turned back to the river to get a grip. Don’t throw yourself at him, she told herself, scrambling for a plan. At least not for the first five seconds.

  Phin sat down behind her on the dock, and Sophie hugged herself to keep from reaching out and grabbing him. She could smell the sun on his shirt and feel the heat from his arm where it almost touched her.

  “I’d have been here sooner, but we were waiting for Amy,” Phin said. “Wes caught a ride with her to L.A.”

  Sophie forgot playing it cool and turned to look at him. “With Amy?”

  Phin nodded, staring out over the river. “He’s got so much vacation time, he can take it anytime he wants. So I suggested he take six weeks to go with her. He thought it was a good idea, and she didn’t seem to mind.” He stared out over the river. “It looked like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

  His sleeve brushed her bare arm, and she stifled her sigh and told herself, Easy. “Although six weeks is a long time,” she said to make conversation, and then she frowned as she thought about it. “That’s a really long time. Can Duane handle it that long?”

  “No,” Phin said. “Wes got somebody else to cover for him.” He met her eyes, and his weren’t as cool as they should have been. “Can we stop talking about Wes now?”

  Sophie swallowed hard and gave up on cool. “Listen, I am really, really, really sorry about the premiere and the election, because we did make porn even though that wasn’t our movie—”

  “I know,” Phin said. “You also helped Rachel elope with Leo, you didn’t tell us Davy and Clea skipped, and you did something really vicious to Virginia Garvey. I’d love to know what that was.”

  He didn’t seem angry as he went down her list of sins, and he was sitting awfully close to her just to give her a hard time. Maybe she didn’t need a plan after all. “Right. So sue me.”

  “For what?” Phin said. “You don’t have any money.” Sophie stuck her chin in the air. “I’m going to own this farm pretty soon.”

  “Really.” Phin seemed interested. “And how are you going to do that?”

  Sophie let her chin drop. “I don’t know, exactly. Davy’s going to fix it.”

  “Sure he is.”

  “Davy’s never promised me anything he hasn’t delivered,” Sophie said. “I believe in Davy.”

  “As he does in you.” Phin shook his head. “But he doesn’t have the—” He stopped and she stole a look at him as she felt him straighten. He looked stunned. “Son of a bitch. He’s got Zane’s money.”

  Sophie blinked. “I don’t think so. He didn’t say anything about it.”

  Phin shook his head. “He’s got it.”

  Sophie thought about it and decided he was right. It would be like Davy to find money and separate it from those who didn’t deserve it. “Well, if he has it, I’m glad. At least somebody gets a happy ending out of this mess. Although, I’d be happier if the film we slaved over for a month still existed.” And if you were doing more than just sitting here. “I still can’t believe that lousy Stephen stole the tapes. And now they’re gone and he’s going to be mayor.”

  “Oh, you never know,” Phin said. “Those tapes could be stashed somewhere, just waiting to be found. Anything can happen.”

  Sophie looked at him, exasperated. “You know, just once I’d like to see you sweat over something.”

  Phin scowled at her. “In the past three weeks, you’ve seen me sweat more than anybody else on the planet, woman.”

  Sophie waved her hand. “I meant—”

  “I even yelled at you last night.” Phin eased up. “For which I apologize.”

  “It was kind of nice,” Sophie said. “At least you knew I was there.”

  “Oh, hell, Sophie, I always know you’re there.” Phin rolled toward her on one hip, and Sophie felt a flare of hope, but he was just digging something out of his back pocket. “Here.” He held out an emerald-cut diamond ring the size of her head. “Marry me, Julie Ann. Ruin the rest of my life.”

  “Hello.” Sophie gaped at the ring. “Jeez, that thing is huge. Where did you get it?”

  “My mother gave it to me,” Phin said, sounding bemused.

  Then the other shoe dropped. “Marry you?” Sophie said, and the sun came out and the birds began to sing and the river sent up a cheer. Marriage was probably out—Liz as a mother-in-law was too terrifying to contemplate, and Phin would never get elected again if he was married to a pornographer—but suddenly everything else was looking pretty good.

  Phin was still talking. “After the council meeting, she said, ‘If you’re going to marry that woman—’ ”

  “ ‘That woman’?” Sophie said. “Oh, gee, the holidays would have been swell.”

  “—‘do it right,’ and she took this off her finger, and handed it to me.” Phin shook his head. “Surprised the hell out of me. She didn’t seem upset about it at all.”

  “I thought you were never going to speak to me again,” Sophie said.

  “Then you haven’t been paying attention,” Phin said. “And the holidays are going to be fine. If I have to put up with Davy, you can put up with my mother. I already told her we’d be using ‘I Only Want to Be with You’ instead of ‘The Wedding March,’ and she took that pretty well, too. Concentrate. You want this ring or not?”

  It was so gorgeous. Against her better instincts, Sophie took it to hold it up to the sunlight. Amy could have lit the entire house with it. “I don’t think I can live up to this ring.”

  “You don’t have any choice,” Phin said. “All the Tucker brides get it. I thought I was going to have to ice-pick Mom to get it to you, but she came through after all. There’s a question on the table here. Are you going to marry me?”

  Sophie looked