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      Not even love can keep her from her dream

      Bobbie Molloy’s dream to paint in Florence gave her the strength to battle cancer. Now that she’s recovering, and just weeks away from leaving for Italy, she won’t let anything—or anyone—stop her from making that dream come true. Not even Nate Raleigh.

      From the moment he rushes in to save what’s left of her studio—after his young nephews had inadvertently trashed it—next-door neighbor Nate has Bobbie intrigued. Everything about him is complex and endearing: two excellent reasons to keep her distance. She can’t risk getting involved when she’s just passing through. Her dream has kept her alive and it has to come first. No matter what the cost.

      He’s gorgeous.

      Bobbie could have thoughts like this with the comfortable distance of a woman who didn’t really care. Now that much of the mess was cleaned up and she felt calmer, she could observe Nate with detached interest. Tall, lean, hazel eyes with stubby lashes, nice nose, Saturday-morning stubble around a straight mouth that was a little tight. He didn’t smile much. She was willing to bet he had a dynamite smile when he used it.

      She wondered what had happened that his nephews were living with him. He seemed to be good with them, although she sensed an undercurrent of antagonism from the older boy.

      She could list Nate’s qualities without a stirring of feminine interest because she had a life plan that didn’t involve a husband and children. She was going to Florence, Italy, to study art. It had been a dream since she was sixteen, and the past year had turned it into an obsession. She was in remission, but she didn’t have forever. She had to go now. The need to make art lived inside her, trying to break out, and she had to follow the masters to study and learn. To find the depths of her talent.

      Bobbie watched the three walk across the yard to the big yellow house next door, the man and one of the boys hand in hand, the dog lumbering along beside them. She smiled at the sight.

      Nice, but not for her.

      Dear Reader,

      Hello, again! I’m thrilled to be back at Harlequin. Life took me away for some time, but I’m delighted to return with a book to offer you.

      My younger sister, Diane, is a cancer survivor. I thought her very heroic in her battle and when I was asked to come up with an idea for a Harlequin Heartwarming book, her struggle came to mind. Combining her experience with my husband, Ron’s, career as an artist was an easy leap. My hero’s work as a CPA comes from my last seven years as a receptionist in an accounting firm.

      So, my heroine wants to travel to Florence to learn about the artist inside her, and my hero has custody of his two little nephews and a business and must stay home. What to do?

      Love, of course, will find a solution.

      Best wishes to you!

      Muriel Jensen

      Always Florence

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      Muriel Jensen

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MURIEL JENSEN

      Muriel Jensen and her husband, Ron, live in an old foursquare Victorian looking down on the Columbia River in Astoria, Oregon. They share their home with Cheyenne, a neurotic husky mix, a tabby hoard (there are only two, but they seem like more) and Rosie, a stray cat who’s been coming and going for years and still doesn’t trust them. Muriel says she helps keep alive those complicated inner workings of a mind dealing with a troubled past that is the source of all good plotting!

      They have three children, eight grandchildren, four great-grandchildren and a collection of the most interesting and generous friends and neighbors. They feel truly blessed!

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      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      “WHAT’S SHE DOING?” Sheamus Raleigh, seven years old, hid with his brother behind a balding rhododendron and watched the woman at work in the garage next to theirs on the shared double driveway.

      Dylan, ten, was a little mystified by the very large pot at her feet and the big stick she used to stir whatever was inside. He’d wondered about her since she’d moved in last month, but Uncle Nate said she seemed to want to keep to herself. Sometimes she smiled at them if they were getting into their cars at the same time, but she never spoke or waited to see if they wanted to. His uncle said they’d skip her house when they went trick-or-treating next week. That she had a right to be private if she wanted to.

      So they didn’t know why she always wore baggy black clothes and a woolly hat. Or why she always worked in the garage with

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