Bill saw Gail standing at the patio door.
"Get in here," he laughed, as he opened the door.
"Its cold out there."
"Not as cold as it was yesterday," she reminded Bill, as she gave him a quick hug.
"Good to see you again."
"Is your father with you?"
Gail rolled her eyes, as she turned to the open door.
"Daddy, get in here, before you catch your death of cold."
"This is not cold, Pumpkin."
A second later, a tall stocky man appeared in the doorway, hand out.
"You must be Bill."
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Bill took his hand and shook it heartily, mostly to avoid having his hand crushed.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lamont."
"What's with the Mr. Lamont bullshit. Call me Jackson."
Gail grabbed her father's arm and pulled him inside, closing the patio door.
"Get in here, Daddy. You're freezing out the house."
Jackson stepped inside and took off his cowboy hat.
"Just like her mother, that one."
"Mommy would be kicking your ass," Gail reminded him.
At that moment, Matty walked into the room.
Jackson's eyes opened wide.
"And just who is this beautiful filly?"
Matty offered her hand.
"I am Matty. Welcome to our home, Mr. Lamont."
Jackson gave Matty a huge bear hug.
"You, young lady, can call me Jack."
Gail slapped her father's arm.
"Daddy stop flirting."
She looked at Matty.
"Excuse the old man."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
