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could stop her. Thank God it was a quick one. When she stepped back, she was smiling at me like some kind of lunatic.
    “Oh, Whitley,” she said with a sigh, brushing blond hairout of her heart-shaped face. “It is so nice to finally meet you. You are just so, so beautiful. Your dad’s pictures don’t do you justice at all.”
    “Uh, thanks…” I glanced over at Dad, who was making his way around the SUV, coming toward us. Then I looked back at this crazy woman. “Sorry, but who the hell are you?”
    She looked taken aback for a minute before my father sidled up beside her, slipping his long arm around her shoulders. “This is Sylvia. My fiancée.”

3
    Once we were inside, I got the full story.
    Sylvia Caulfield was a lawyer from Indiana. She and Dad had met last September when Dad was doing a story on Land Between the Lakes, a national recreation area near his condo, and Sylvia was there, visiting the park with a friend from college. Dad asked her for an interview about her experience at the park, and she asked for his phone number. Not long after that, they were crazy in love.
    The story made me nauseous.
    “We mostly exchanged e-mails and phone calls for a few months,” Sylvia explained as she poured herself a mug of coffee in the house’s cheerful kitchen. The pastel blues and greens were in direct contrast to my mood—four hours into vacation and already everything was ruined, and I had the strong urge to strangle my father and his bride-to-be.
    “You sure you don’t want a cup of coffee, Whitley?”
    I shook my head. She had already offered me one, but I’d refused. I hated coffee with a passion. The smell alone was horrible.
    “Well, anyway… Neither of us expected a long-distance relationship to work out. Especially me, I think. I hadn’t dated since my first husband passed away from a heart attack a few years ago. This was so new to me. I was sure we’d break up before Christmas.”
    “Did you really think I’d let you get away that easy?” Dad asked, kissing her on the cheek. “I’m not
that
stupid.”
    She blushed and giggled.
    I couldn’t believe I was seeing this. It was like a bad made-for-TV movie. Poor little widow meets successful local celebrity. Then it’s all flowers and sunshine in suburbia. Ew.
    And it was so unlike Dad. After he and Mom split, my father had turned into a real flirt, which was, you know, pretty normal for a semifamous bachelor. Every summer when I came to visit he had a new twentysomething bombshell following him like a lost puppy. They always had names like Heather or Nikki, and they spent most of their time in way-too-revealing bikinis, lying on the beach and reading
Vogue
.
    Sylvia wasn’t one of those girls, though. In fact, the only thing she had in common with any of them was her hair color, but my father had always preferred blonds. Other than that, she was a total one-eighty from the usual bimbos. For one, she had a real job, whereas all the others had beenwaitresses or retail clerks. And she was close to his age, too. So not his type.
    What kind of spell did this chick have him under?
    And how the hell could he not tell me about her?
    “But we made it past Christmas,” she said, sitting across from me at the kitchen table. I wrinkled my nose as the smell from her mug wafted my way. “Finally, we realized we just couldn’t stand being apart for so long. Because, of course, your dad couldn’t travel to see me with his work, and I don’t get out-of-state cases that often.”
    “So I asked her to move in with me,” Dad said.
    “And I said no.” Sylvia laughed. “I just couldn’t live in that condo.”
    I scowled. I hated the way she said it.
That condo.
Like it was a bad place. Didn’t she know that
that condo
had been a home to me? More of a home than Mom’s house in Indiana ever had been.
    “So we negotiated,” Dad continued, either not seeing or choosing to ignore the glare I was giving them both. “I realized I wanted to marry her,