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bother--"
    He watched as she stopped talking and looked up at the
ceiling. "What is it?"
    "I totally forgot about the storm. I can't believe it."
    "I'd love to take credit for that, but I'm not sure I
can. It really wasn't a very bad storm to begin with."
    "Bad enough for me, so thanks for staying. Has it gone
quiet out there?"
    Cody walked over to the sliding glass doors. "Yep, it's
over, and we may even get some sun before this day is through. Thanks for the
lunch and the conversation."
    "Thanks for bringing the lunch in the first place.
Seriously, you really helped me out today. I won't forget it."
    Cody smiled at her. "Anything for Holly's friends, always.
I'd better get out of here. Someone might actually want to go fishing today
after all."
    "Good luck--is that what you say to fishermen?"
She walked with him to the door.
    "Yep, good luck, good fishing, good riddance--whatever
seems appropriate. One more thing. I wrote down my phone number, and Dad's, and
left them on the coffee table. Call us if you need anything."
    She nodded, black straight hair swinging forward around her
face and shoulders.
    "See you later," he said with a wave and got into
his pickup truck. She seemed like a nice girl, he thought. She did however look
thin and worn out. He was beginning to understand why Holly had sent her here.
Nothing like the peace and quiet of Sully Point at this time of year.

Chapter 2
     
    Frank Grainger was curious about his daughter Holly's
friend. Over the phone she'd made it sound like the woman might be a major
burn-out case. He recalled his own escape from the city all those years ago.
Moving to Sully Point and opening his own hardware store had been the best
decision of his life. Well, after marrying the love of his life. If only she
hadn't died so young.
    His day had been busy with deliveries and organizing an
order for one of the local contractors. Unlike most of the town, Frank found
his business stayed pretty regular throughout the year. Of course, during
tourist season it did pick up some. The one thing that never changed was the
gossip in Sully Point. And, looking out the front window, he saw Maelynne
crossing the street heading right for his store.
    Maelynne held the dubious honor of being the worst
gossip-monger in Sully Point. Others vied for the title, but Maelynne
consistently beat them all, in Frank's opinion. He gave her a cordial smile as
she advanced on him.
    "Well? What do you know about this?"
    He raised bushy eyebrows and said, "You'll have to give
me more to work with than that."
    "There's a car out at Sam's beach house. I know those
two won't be coming back until May. Who have they got staying out there?
Somebody from the movies?"
    Frank suppressed a laugh. Maelynne was a fan of Sam's,
especially because some of his books had been turned into movies. She loved
'movie people,' and had been disappointed when Sam didn't produce any once he
got married to Anna. "Sorry Maelynne, but she's nobody from the movies.
Just a friend of Holly's."
    "Hmph. She must be something special if she's staying
out at their house. You know it was on Entertainment Now , plus it was in
that fancy architecture magazine. Do Sam and Anna know she's going to be living
there?"
    "Yes, of course. Holly called them in Italy to be
sure."
    "Italy! I don't know why Sully Point isn't good enough
for them."
    "Now, Maelynne, you know the press and fans had swamped
them here. They both needed some peace and quiet to do their work."
    "Well, tell me, who is this woman, what's her
name?"
    "Julia Tremaine. I'm sure she'll be into town once
she's settled in out there."
    "What does she do for a living?"
    "I have no idea."
    "You don't really know much, do you, Frank?"
    "Sorry. I'm about to close up for the day, so I'll just
show you out."
    "Pushy, that's what you are." She stalked out and
Frank burst out laughing.
    That night he told Cody about Maelynne's investigation. Cody
was having dinner at his father's house as he often did. Frank asked,