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“You’re coming to the meeting tomorrow, right?” Ginny asked.

When Meredith realized Ginny was talking to her, she broke Quinn’s stare and tried to remember the question.

“Yes, Remy and I will be there,” she said.

“Is that Remy’s husband?” Carolyn asked about Greg.

Meredith shook her head. “No, it’s an art appraiser. He’s going through all of Jacob’s things.”

The women all started swapping glances, and their smiles disappeared.

“You’re selling his stuff?” Carolyn looked concerned.

“Yes, we’re selling some of his paintings and some of the extra furniture we don’t want,” she said. They had almost all the furniture they wanted to sell out in the garage. Half of the stuff was junk, but the other half were antiques and could sell for something.

“Are you selling the cottage?” Linda asked.

All the women and Quinn looked at Meredith, waiting for her to answer.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, to be honest.”

She could see their disappointment right away, and Meredith could feel her own.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t know what I’m going to do with the cottage and other things.” Meredith didn’t want to sayblueberry fields, because she knew she would be the villain in this story if she were to sell.

“Ladies, it’s not fair to bombard Meredith with questions she’s not ready to answer,” Quinn said, giving Meredith a nod.

“Let’s leave the crisp and get out of her hair,” Ginny said to the women.

Ginny was clearly the Queen Bee among the group.

Everyone cleared away from the house, except Quinn.

“Do you plan on playing again?” he asked.

She laughed. “Right now?”

He shook his head. “No, professionally.”

That made her giggle. She wasn’t a professional of anything.

“You looked really happy to just play for yourself,” he said. “But you had the rest of the bay stopped in their tracks with the sounds.”

She smiled at the recognition as her phone started vibrating on top of the piano’s lid. She went to grab it and saw Phillip’s name across the screen. She picked it up, silenced it, and stuffed it into her back pocket.

“What are you doing right now?” Quinn asked, leaning against the doorframe between the kitchen and the dining room.

Meredith’s heart skipped a beat. “Nothing.”

“Want to take the boat out?”

In the pit of Meredith’s stomach, fear mixed with excitement and pure adrenaline.

“Absolutely.”

CHAPTER31

Earlier that day, Quinn had watched as Kyle walked through the fields to the back of the barn with a bucket and cleaning supplies. He knew exactly where he was going.

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