A woman was leaning against it, hands flanking her hips, eagle eyes tracking the Honda. Jamie’s first thought was that it was Buddy’s mother. As she got closer, though, she realized the woman looked exactly like Chip. Jamie barely breathed. “Which sister?” “Samantha,” he murmured and, ending the phone connection, called out his window, “Hey, Sam.” Samantha Kobik was the sister who lived in Manhattan. Black leggings covered slim legs, and though her tunic top was stylishly voluminous, her arms and face were lean. Her hair was long and caught in a high ponytail, but it was as dark and thick as Chip’s, her eyes as blue, her jaw as square. Jamie knew other things about her from stories Chip had told her, but could she remember them now? No! All she could think, with an edge of hysteria, was that she had promised Caroline a presentation on Wednesday—No problem!—and that being with Chip and the boys alone would eat up more time than she had.
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