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      But he was wounded for our transgressions,

       He was bruised for our iniquities:

       The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,

       And by His stripes we are healed.

      —Isaiah 53:5

      To my former manager Kristie Parks at Hallmark,

       and all the ladies, for making my time working

       there so special. I told you I would!

      To my editor, Emily Rodmell, for her patience and

       direction in bringing me back up to speed in my

       career with this book.

      And most of all, to my family—my husband, Joe,

       my daughter Annie and her husband, Max,

       and my daughters Kimberly and Katie. You

       have pulled with me through the rough times

       and laughed with me through our joy. May God

       continue to bless each and every one of you with

       His mercy, grace and love.

      Much excitement and love to the little new

       bobbit in the DePriest/Kastner family, my first

       granddaughter, Isabella! And no—I’m not old

       enough to be a Granny!

      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

      Epilogue

      Questions for Discussion

      Chapter One

      The roses were perfect, and so was her plan.

      This year, Jenn Washington’s annual two-week family reunion would be different. She could see it already, from the way her family was fawning over the recently delivered bouquet.

      “Oh, how lovely!” Jenn’s mother exclaimed. “And to be delivered way out here—it’s such a romantic gesture.”

      “A dozen red roses,” Granny added, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “The color of love.”

      Precisely, thought Jenn. Thank you very much.

      She’d gone to a great deal of trouble picking out the perfect bouquet online—red roses surrounded by a scattering of baby’s breath and lodged in a lovely French vase. It had cost her a pretty penny, not only to purchase, but to have them sent by special courier to the middle of nowhere in Wyoming, at her grandparent’s ranch where she’d grown up.

      Now, seeing her family’s surprised gazes, she knew it was worth every cent.

      This plan was going to work.

      “Sounds fishy to me,” Jenn’s great-aunt, Myra, said, pursing her lips. “There’s a card attached. Let’s read it.”

      “Don’t you think you ought to let Jenn read it in private? It’s her gift, after all,” Granddad said in his usual, pleasantly gruff manner.

      All eyes were on Jenn. Her heart was pounding. This was the moment she’d waited for, her coup de grace, so to speak. “Oh, no, that’s all right. Go ahead and read it. I have no secrets.”

      She had more secrets than she cared to admit, but she wouldn’t reveal a single one.

      Not now.

      Not ever.

      Auntie Myra plucked up the small card and opened it with flair, clearing her throat melodramatically before reading the words.

      “‘Love, Me.’”

      Clever, even if Jenn had to say so herself. She wanted to laugh aloud, but she kept her expression as innocently neutral as she was able.

      “That’s it?” Granny said, turning to face Jenn, arms akimbo. “Sounds like you’ve got a bit of explaining to do, missy.”

      Jenn did her best to look both innocent and delighted.

      Delighted wasn’t so difficult. This was going to be fun. No one was going to tease her about a lack of a significant other this year. No one was going to hint at the lack of grandchildren at the reunion.

      Not this year.

      Exactly

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