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overlooking a sweeping valley. There she’d sit. She loved watching the sunrise, bringing with it inspirations—the sparks that ignited her creative mind.
    Until now.
    Until she’d been given the order to halt all tales of Bob.
    She hadn’t completely realized exactly how much her column about Mule Hollow had truly revolved around him.
    Why was that?
    This morning, after not sleeping most of the night, she had sat on the floor in the middle of her apartment surrounded by weeks and months of copies of her column. And lo and behold, to her surprise, the maddening man had been right.
    Completely, unexplainably right.
    He had been in the papers more than the President!

Chapter Four
    M onday morning came and Molly remained distracted and disgruntled, still drawing blanks. Even at church the day before she’d been in a fog, unable to focus on the service. Especially when there was a noticeable vacant spot in the choir where Bob usually sang. The man had a voice like Tim McGraw and he used it for the Lord. Wow! Just one more big check mark for why he was such a great guy. But it still didn’t explain why he’d appeared in her articles so much. There was, after all, an entire town full of great guys sitting in the church sanctuary. True their voices weren’t as good as Bob’s, but they were nice guys looking for love. So why hadn’t she plastered their names all over her articles as much as she’d plastered Bob’s?
    Still boggled in the brain and running late on her routine, she crossed the street and walked over to the tiny Mule Hollow convention center to see if she needed to lend a hand before finding somewhere to settle andtry to write. The center was really two older buildings on Main Street that the town had renovated into one large space. By city standards it was nothing more than a big room. For Mule Hollow, it was a convention center. Today they were decorating for Dottie Hart and Sheriff Brady’s bridal shower on Friday. The wedding was less than two weeks away, and as far as the two of them were concerned, that was two weeks too long.
    An inspiring story, Molly was pleased to have had a hand in the match. It was her articles that basically inspired Cassie to start hitchhiking her way to Mule Hollow, which led Dottie to give her a lift, which brought both of them to town. Dottie had met Sheriff Brady and the rest was history. The only bad part for Molly was that Cassie had followed Bob around. Followed, not stalked as Bob had called it. And though things hadn’t worked out between them, Bob had befriended the young girl and now there were no hard feelings. At least not between Bob and Cassie. Obviously, the same didn’t go for her and Bob.
    Still, she didn’t quite get it. He was happy for Brady and Dottie, he was friends with Cassie. But he was angry with her for writing the articles that were responsible for the wonderfully romantic web that God had used to get them all together.
    True she’d gone overboard expounding on Bob’s worthiness as a potential husband, but she’d done a good thing for everyone else.
    She was sorry she’d given him more fame than he wanted. But he would live. And maybe God would use it for good. If she focused on the positive aspects of whatshe’d done, then maybe she could get past this momentary stumble her creative mind was going through.
    Taking time out this morning from her usual routine to help decorate for the shower would be a good way to relieve the stress that was blocking her flow. It could also provide fodder for the story she would write about the upcoming wedding. Readers were eating up the happily-ever-after wedding stories.
    â€œMolly,” Lacy sang from her perch on the top of a twelve-foot ladder. “Just the woman I need. Sheri just jogged over and told me I have a walk-in waiting on me for a color repair. Can you finish tacking these streamers up? As soon as I fix whatever this woman