“If you need anything,” she said to the slightly bent, silver-haired woman, “just call me. You’ve got my numbers.” “Stop worrying,” Gran said. “Holly and I will be just fine. Besides, you deserve a little time to yourself.” Which she truly believed, but of course, now that it was time to actually leave Holly behind, she worried. Still, her decision was made, and she wanted to give the two people she loved most in the world this special time together. On the way back to town, she stopped at the market to pick up the groceries she would need for tonight’s supper, along with a bottle of Chianti to go with the Parmesan chicken she planned to serve. As she climbed back into the truck, a jolt of excitement went through her. She was seeing Jackson tonight! They would make love and it would be wonderful! From the store, she drove to her office, which was empty with Mike out on a story and Myra taking her afternoon break. Sitting behind her desk, Sarah grinned as she opened the word file on her computer and reread the humorous article she had been working on—the mostly true story of Homer the Rebellious Squirrel, the bane of the Wind Canyon Fire Department.
