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At first Nate worried that the scene with her father would be a distraction for Bethany. But he shouldn’t have been concerned. Although she didn’t say much on the drive out to the Bruner place, she was the ultimate professional once they arrived.
“House calls!” crowed the old farmer, who they found sprawled near his woodshed. “I must be important!”
“You’re very important,” Bethany assured him as she crouched next to his leg. “We ditched a golf game for you.”
“I see you found yourself one.” He gestured with his bearded chin at Nate.
Bethany turned pink, which Nate found very endearing, even though he had no idea what the man meant.
“Just in time for winter, too. My bones tell me the snow will fly by Halloween.”
“Halloween is in less than a week.”
“Why do you think I was chopping
