Jennifer was laughing as she burst through the front door of the farmhouse, shaking and stamping the water off onto the entryway tile. Carmelita came hurrying in to see what the commotion was all about, and stuttered to a halt when she spotted Jennifer.

“Did you get your car out of the mud?” she asked, her eyebrows wrinkling with concern as she took in Jenn’s appearance.

Which even Jennifer had to admit was a bit on the dirty side. Still unable to control her giggles as she shucked the oversized raincoat off her shoulders, Jennifer looked at the housekeeper.

“Nope, it’s still stuck,” she said cheerfully.

“Where is Stetson?”

“He went ‘round the back of the house. He said you’d be mad if he came through the front door.” Jennifer...

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