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A week later, the closing of the sale on Mary’s house took place in her attorney’s office at the prescribed time, and John Fielding was now the owner of Mary’s home. Because of the incident on Tiger Island, Mary did not want to be alone, nor did she have the motivation to look for another place. John suggested that she just stay at the house until the murder was solved. The two of them could share the costs of food and electricity. That sounded like a wonderful deal to Mary. Plus, she was beginning to like John more and more as she spent time with him. Any eligible female in her right mind would. He was handsome, caring, attentive, great in bed, and “rich to boot.” Even her dog thought the man “hung the moon.”

John would fly back to Boston every other weekend, but when he was in Fernandina Beach, the two of them would go out to dinner or the movies, or just take walks on the beach, talk, and enjoy each other’s company. John told Mary he also was engaged once before. Both he and his fiancé had gone to Harvard and had dated all four years in college before they got engaged. When he decided to stay in Cambridge, Massachusetts and earn his MBA at Harvard, she decided she was tired of Massachusetts. She had been accepted to Yale University located in New Haven, Connecticut and wanted to become an architect. She moved to Connecticut, and they kept up their long distance relationship for about six months until one day he got an e-mail from her saying she had met someone who was also majoring in architecture who had stolen her heart.

She could have told him face-to-face, which might have been less painful. Either way, it sucked. John told Mary it had taken ten years, but that he had gotten over this. He had put all of his energy and focus into becoming a prosperous businessman, and he had succeeded. John was a patient and prudent man. He was just waiting for the right woman to come along and make his heart “sing” again.