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WHILE ARIEL CAREFULLY FOLDED and organized the unmentionables Jake had repeatedly mentioned, she could hear him clunking around in his room. White is a tease, he’d said. Simple and innocent. Her cheeks heated. Please. He was just one line after the next.

When she’d finished putting all her things away, she surveyed the room. It needed her pictures on the wall and her rocking chair and her linens, all of which were in storage. But with Jake’s truck, she’d be able to pick up everything. That was one thing off her to-do list.

Now to call her mother. She’d alerted her from London that she’d be returning. She tapped in the number, determined to put things in the best possible light so her mother wouldn’t worry.

“I’m baaack,” she said when her mom picked up.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. You had your heart set on London.”

“But this is a challenge, too,” she said. “Building my own business will be fun.” Her stomach twisted with tension.

“How’s the beach house?”

“Very…beachy. Trudy was having it fixed up. So I’m, um, dealing with that.”

“When you set your mind to something, you make it happen. You’re like me that way.”

“I hope I’m like you.”

“Of course you are. Your father was so distractible. Always ready to change directions. You have a good head on your shoulders.”