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Jake had just dropped the paperwork for his new Jeep — a white Wrangler Rubicon that, while loaded with pretty much everything he could have wanted, still didn’t make his heart sing quite the way the Gladiator had — on the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang. He frowned. While he guessed that Jeremy could have simply decided to drop by, that possibility seemed pretty unlikely. They’d already talked earlier in the day, and there wasn’t much need to have an in-person discussion, although Jake supposed his brother might have wanted to come by and hash things out in person.
The doorbell rang again. While he was tempted to ignore it, he figured that probably wasn’t a good idea. He’d put out the call for potential house-sitters on the Wilcox family bulletin board, and it was entirely pos
