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McKelvey’s still in town.”
    â€œOh yeah?” Jeannie slanted a glance at her.

    â€œI saw him at Verity’s store. And Bob!”
    â€œYep, Bob took over. Just like Truck. Truck came back from the Midwest about, oh, eight years ago, and took over the plumbing business from Old Man. Old Man...well, he’s an old man, and—Truck’s a damn good plumber.”
    â€œI bet,” Carrie muttered.
    Jeannie caught the tone in her voice and she perked up. “Not married,” she added craftily. “Not engaged.”
    â€œBut lots of friends, I bet,” Carrie put in dryly.
    â€œEverywhere,” Jeannie said. “If he’s seeing anyone, she doesn’t live in Paradise. He’s always at every social function.”
    â€œOh sure. Even the dances?”
    â€œAbsolutely. He loves to dance. I wish Eddie did,” Jeannie said wistfully. “He likes to watch, and not me.” The bitterness was there even though she tried to hide it. Twelve years with Eddie, good-natured, friendly Eddie with the roving eye...but that wasn’t Carrie’s concern. Jeannie could handle Eddie. She’d been doing it all along.
    She caught Carrie’s questioning look and brushed it off. “Anyway, everyone comes and it’s a lot of fun, and you’ll come too next time. Oh, and there’s a lake association now. You might want to join that.”
    â€œI never was an activist,” Carrie warned her.
    â€œBut you are,” Jeannie said. “Think of it this way—you’ve actively taken control of your life.”
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    CARRIE DIDN’T FEEL at all in control when all hell broke loose the next morning.
    She had forgotten to set the water heater; the kitchen faucet ran rust; the toilet water was brackish and backed up when she flushed; and when she tried the shower,
the pipe burst and ice-cold water gushed all over her, and as she watched in horror it inched up slowly toward the edge of the shower stall.
    Where was a plumber when you needed one?
    They always called Old Man McKelvey, always. The number was right by the phone just as it had always been. It was ridiculous to hesitate to call him because Truck might answer.
    She slogged out of the shower and reached for the phone and called Jeannie instead.
    â€œI’ve got burst pipes and rising water,” she told her, trying not to sound panicky.
    â€œCall Truck. He’ll fix it.”
    â€œI can’t,” Carrie hedged. “It looks worse than I think it is, and that will mean money I haven’t got.”
    â€œTruck won’t bite you, you know.” Jeannie said. “You afraid of him or something? He’s come and fixed my washing machine a dozen times and I’m still alive.”
    Carrie grimaced. She’d have to face him sometime, and she’d have to eat her words too. “I have some profit-sharing money coming. I’ll call New York before I start having conferences with Truck.” Only, the water was pooling at her feet now, and she had a feeling she didn’t have that kind of time.
    â€œWell, call Cain’s over in Segers. Only everyone will wonder why you didn’t call Truck.”
    â€œFine. I’ll call your golden boy after I speak to New York.”
    â€œGood,” Jeannie said, laughing. “Now, why don’t you plan to come to the dance Saturday night?”
    â€œIs there one?” Carrie asked distractedly.
    â€œSure is. And you can meet some of the other golden boys in town.”
    â€œWhich ones are they?”

    â€œOh, the ones who play doctor and lawyer. More to your taste than a plumber, perhaps,” Jeannie said airily. “Call Truck, Carrie, before you drown.”
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    â€œGOOD GOD, Carrie.”
    She dropped the phone and whirled. There was Truck in the doorway, a devil in denim with a mean-looking leather tool belt draped around his hips, as if Jeannie had conjured him up with her words.
    â€œGo