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Jodie took hold of her dad’s hand, a bit surprised to find it rather cold, considering the rapidly warming temperatures. Instinctively, she slid her thumb back and forth slowly against thin, vein-lined skin.
    “This is new territory for us, Dad. You’ve never endured an episode like this. The cardiologist already had you monitored on a twenty-four hour Holter monitor and you’ve had an echo cardiogram so we can figure things out and keep you strong.”
    He scowled, and shades of his characteristic strength and authority bubbled to the surface. “The doctors said I’m fine.”
    “Yes.” Tracee rested her hand on his shoulder. “But they’re the ones who recommended the next round of tests. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to stick right to you and make sure you’re OK.”
    We—such a powerful and encouraging word. Strengthened, Jodie’s gaze connected with her sister. Subtle lines fanned outward from the corners of Tracee’s eyes and a touch of dark color rode beneath them. For everyone’s benefit, Jodie pasted on a smile. “Tracee is absolutely right. We’re here to help. You need to stay strong.”
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    A few hours later, Jodie strolled along the length of her parents’ time-worn wraparound porch. A wispy imagining of Kevin Mitchell slipped through her mind as the sky paled, as stars bloomed and hot breezes turned temperate and sweet. Maybe the bed of freshly planted, multi-colored hyacinth she had cultivated today was what prompted her thought pattern toward the handsome landscaper. Perhaps that enchanting scent, coupled with the aroma of a gradually cooling night was what made her think of his approachability and kindness. She smiled, considering the warmth he exuded, his easy presence—because she craved both aspects so desperately right now. She had meant it when she said she looked forward to getting to know him.
    Her lips twitched. Sure. Like that could happen. Time crunched, mentally exhausted, over committed, Jodie didn’t hold out much hope for anything in the way of new relationships. Something like that would take nothing short of a miracle. Her focus remained on establishing a new life within a stressful set of family circumstances.
    Swept into the advancing night, she savored the familiarity of the two-story farm house. Granted, her mother had passed away a full two years ago; still, she considered this place to be theirs , and it was the only home she had ever truly known. Laying claim to one of the gliding chairs, she sank into the deep, comfy cushion and tipped her head back, beginning to rock. She closed her eyes, lulled by the peaceful melody of insects and the whispering rustle of a breeze that curved through the tall wild grass.
    Odd that Kevin Mitchell came to life in her mind’s eye all over again. In peaceful tranquility she swayed in time to her own internal beat and pondered her reaction to his ready warmth. Ease of self—was that it? That’s definitely what she had sensed about him straight away.
    At times like this, she wished she could rely on a script, on a safe pattern of living where right actions and motivations would lead to fair and just conclusions. Years on the radio had taught Jodie how to present her ideals in a positive and constructive way. Her passion came from sharing God’s love with those who listened to her daily program.
    But in real life—outside the confines of the studio—matters became much more complicated, especially over the past few years when family issues had become overwhelming.
    The rattle of the screen door was followed by quiet footsteps that alerted her to Tracee’s arrival. Reluctantly, Jodie lifted her head and waved toward the empty chair next to hers. “Join me?”
    “Sure.”
    Crickets chirped and a night owl hooted mournfully from the branches of a nearby tree. “Thanks for making dinner tonight.”
    “No prob. Thanks for your help in the yard.” Tracee chuckled lightly. “I hate weeding and