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movie Wild Hogs , we talked about getting a cycle. Tim hated it when I made him sell his when Brandon and Caitlyn were small.”
    “Hey, we want to know your secret desire, not Tim’s,” Whitney said, tapping her fingers on the table.
    “I’m getting to it,” Shannon said. “I don’t want to ride on Tim’s cycle. I want my own.”
    She couldn’t visualize Shannon on a cycle instead of driving her van since she drove the kids to so many places. Could Shannon handle a cycle? She’s so tiny. “Cool. I wonder if a cycle shop might be a good business for us.”
    “And we can have our girls’ band play for the cyclists,” Regan said, glancing at both sisters. “I’m kidding.”
    “What’s your secret desire?” Shannon asked Regan.
    “That’s easy. When Whit asked for our secret desires, I immediately thought of sex. Ladies, I want more sex. Don’t worry. I don’t mean with other men. I love Casey but the nights he has to stay at the station are lonely. I hate he works a twenty-four hour shift. So I can only have more sex if Casey quits being a fireman. Then he’ll be home every night.”
    Shannon nodded. “I’d like Tim to be home more. A high school principal puts a lot of hours in. At least Casey has four straight days off a week.”
    “Not always,” Regan said. “He has overtime sometimes when the department needs him to help cover the shifts.”
    “I thought you liked being a firefighter’s wife. You’ve always said how proud you were of Casey saving people’s lives,” Whitney said.
    “I am proud of Casey, but that doesn’t mean I want him to continue being a firefighter.”
    Shannon raised her eyebrows. “I don’t see him ever quitting. He always wanted to follow in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps.”
    Whitney sipped her water. All this talking was making her thirsty. “It does seem to run in the Dunn family. Even his brother, David, is a firefighter.”
    Regan frowned. “Well, he has a family now to consider. But the real reason I want him to quit is because what he does is too dangerous. He’s had two recent close calls.”
    “I understand.” Whitney squeezed Regan’s shoulder. She knew exactly when Regan started thinking Casey should quit. Six months ago, he’d received second degree burns while leaving a house’s third floor. Casey and other firefighters were between floors when extreme heat caused a backdraft. Flames engulfed the third floor. Casey and other injured firefighters were taken to the hospital. The fire had occurred in an old restored mansion in the rich area of Cornett. Then two months ago, he’d been caught in a warehouse fire.
    The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, each considering in their heads the possibilities.
    “I’ve got it,” Shannon looked at Whitney with excitement in her eyes. “We could do a cable show. With your experience as a news producer and Regan’s gift of gab, we can have some kind of a talk show.”
    Whitney got a pen and pad out of her Mom’s junk drawer. “Okay, I’ll jot that down.”
    “You know, Whitney,” Shannon said, “Mom bragged all the time to her friends about you being a big New York news producer. But then you were always her favorite daughter. And Regan was Dad’s.”
    Not this again, Whitney thought. Shannon hadn’t mentioned it recently, but still she’d heard it enough throughout the years. “That’s not true. They didn’t have favorites.”
    Regan shrugged. “Well, I told everyone about Whit’s news show. I loved watching the credits and seeing her name on the screen. This is just my opinion but Whitney shouldn’t be behind the scenes if we have a local cable show. She can sing.”
    Whitney poised her pen over the pad. “Shannon, you could do a cooking segment, Regan could interview local people with interesting jobs or whatever, and I guess I could sing occasionally.”
    “I wish we could do a trial show in front of a small audience to see how it goes,” Shannon