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mind.

      “I’m just a little stressed out, I guess,” he told her. “I went back to my old orthopedic medical group recently and so far, I’ve been sharing the services of a physician’s assistant with another one of the surgeons. But I can see it’s exhausting for her, trying to be accommodating to my patients as well as his. I’ve been looking into hiring a physician’s assistant of my own, but finding the right person has turned out to be more challenging than I thought.”

      “Really?” Cilia said sympathetically. “Well, I have the occasion to interact with a lot of people in my line of work, not to mention that my two closest friends have their own businesses, as well, and they come in contact with an even larger variety of people than I do. I’ll tell them to keep an eye out for a possible candidate for you to interview. I’m sure that between the three of us, we’ll have you set up with someone more than suitable for your needs in no time,” Cilia promised with a warm, motherly smile.

      “I’m looking for a physician’s assistant,” Luke emphasized, wanting to be absolutely clear that she understood what he needed.

      Cilia’s smile widened. “But of course—I understand completely,” she told him. “I’ll let you know the moment one of my friends or I find one,” she promised. “Always a pleasure talking to you, Doctor.”

      She nodded at Luke’s mother-in-law as she passed the woman on her way out.

      Barbara had filled her in on her son-in-law’s story, sharing with her that she was worried about Luke. He was like a fish out of water without Jill in his life, she’d told Cilia. It was obvious that Barbara grieved for the loss of her daughter, but Cilia could tell that the woman also grieved for Luke and for Lily. She and Barbara were in agreement that Luke needed a wife and Lily needed a mother, and Barbara was unselfish enough to realize that.

      Aware of what she and her two friends did on the side, Barbara had called and spoken to Cilia earlier today, appealing to her as a mother—and a grandmother. Quite blatantly, Barbara had asked Cilia for her help.

      It was what had prompted Cilia’s visit today, since Barbara had told her that her son-in-law had taken the day off.

      Cilia had wanted to feel Luke out for herself. Looking into the handsome thirty-eight-year-old’s eyes and exchanging a minimum of words, Cilia had decided that the young doctor was definitely someone she and her friends could help.

      Indeed, they needed to help the man who had suffered such a terrible loss while he’d been nobly serving his country.

      Leaving the doctor’s house, Cilia couldn’t wait to talk to her friends. She called Maizie and Theresa from her car before she even started it, suggesting they get together that evening to play cards, which had become their euphemism for undertaking the very challenging task of matchmaking.

      * * *

      “I’ve got a candidate for us!” Cilia declared as she crossed the threshold later that evening, walking into Maizie’s living room.

      “We’re in here,” Theresa called out to her from the family room.

      The moment Cilia entered the family room, where all their card games took place, Maizie told her, “Cilia, you took the words right out of my mouth.”

      Slightly puzzled, Cilia looked at her friend. “I was the one who called for a meeting,” she reminded Maizie.

      “Only because I haven’t had a chance to,” Maizie answered. “I was busy meeting with our next matchmaking candidate.”

      Cilia was accustomed to Maizie being the unofficial leader of their group. She always had been. But this one time, she decided to dig in her heels. “I think my candidate needs our attention first.”

      Maizie wasn’t used to arguing, but she stuck to her guns—because this was personal. “Mine’s my goddaughter.”

      One of the reasons they had remained such close friends over the decades, weathering good times and bad, was that none of them pulled rank or disregarded the other two. Because it sounded as if this match Maizie had brought up was so important to her, Cilia inclined her head in agreement.

      Sitting down at the card table where they did all their best brainstorming, Cilia said, “All right, it’s your house, Maizie. You go first.”

      As she began to tell Theresa and Cilia about what had inspired her to take on this match, she wondered if her friends were going to think she had gone over the deep end.

      She looked from Theresa to Cilia. “You two remember my friend Karen Quartermain, don’t you?”

      Theresa’s response was an animated “Of course.”

      Cilia looked momentarily saddened as she told Maizie, “Karen was much too young when she died.”

      Maizie nodded. “Agreed. Karen always said that if she died first and ever needed to get me to do something, she’d find a way to drop a penny in my path so I’d know she was trying to communicate with me.”

      She gazed at the two women she’d been friends with since the third grade. She was fairly certain that they would understand what she was about to say next, but she wasn’t 100 percent convinced. Mentally crossing her fingers, she continued.

      “I dreamed about her last night. It was a very vivid, very real dream. She asked me to find someone for her daughter, Kayley. When I woke up, there was a penny on my carpet. I have no idea how it got there, but I know it wasn’t there when I went to bed.”

      Cilia studied her closely. “Are you sure about that?”

      “Absolutely,” Maizie answered with feeling. “Kayley is a wonderful girl. She gave up her job at a medical clinic in San Francisco to come home and nurse her mother through her final stages of bone cancer.”

      The words medical clinic instantly caught Cilia’s attention. “What did she do at the medical clinic?” Cilia asked.

      “Kayley’s a physician’s assistant. I can’t tell you what a comfort she was to her mother—What?” Maizie asked, seeing the wide smile on Cilia’s face.

      Cilia suppressed a laugh. “I think that you just came up with the perfect solution for both of us,” she told Maizie.

      It was Maizie’s turn to be confused. “Come again?” she asked uncertainly.

      Cilia’s face was a wreath of smiles as she happily said, “Trust me, I have the perfect guy for your goddaughter.”

      * * *

      Kayley Quartermain glanced at the address on the piece of paper that her godmother, Maizie Sommers, had given her.

      After her college graduation, Kayley hadn’t seen the woman she called Aunt Maizie for several years. Then Maizie had visited a week before her mother died. Maizie had been upset that she hadn’t heard about Karen being sick until the cancer had reached stage four. It was Aunt Maizie who had kept Kayley from going to pieces. She’d also been the one to help her with her mother’s funeral arrangements.

      Looking back now, Kayley had to admit that she didn’t know what she would have done without her godmother’s help.

      She laughed softly to herself as she pulled into the medical building’s parking lot. Aunt Maizie was more like a fairy godmother than just a run-of-the-mill godmother, Kayley thought. Not only had she helped to get her through what had to be the worst point in her life, but just last night, Aunt Maizie had called her to say that she thought she had found a possible position for her. She had a friend who knew a surgeon reestablishing his practice and he needed—wait for it, she mused with a smile—a physician’s assistant.

      Maybe life was taking a turn for the better after all, Kayley thought, pulling her car into the first space she found.

      It was a tight fit, requiring her to pay close attention to both sides of her vehicle as she pulled into the spot. Getting out of the car, she found she had to inch her way out slowly in order to keep from pushing her car door

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