All Summer Long. Susan Mallery

him of his late wife. Diane had been blunt, as well. Tough, determined. She would have liked Charlie.

      “I’ll get back to you,” he said at last.

      “You know how to find me.”

      He nodded once and left. When he was outside, he headed for his truck. Honest to God, he had no idea what he was going to decide. So he wouldn’t, not just now. Time had a way of making things more clear. Diane had taught him that, too. He’d learned all of life’s most important lessons from her. The most significant had been how to love. A skill he had little use for these days.