The Only Child. Carolyn McSparren

included helping him get reacquainted with his grandchild. But he wasn’t about to tell her that until she was a long way from home. Then he trusted her maternal instincts would take over.

      “Zoe still wants your dolls for MacMillan’s.” He smiled. “I agree with her. The store can arrange contracts for your portrait dolls, but that’s not enough to pay you for coming with me. The usual industry-consulting fee is five hundred a day. That’s fifteen hundred dollars if you get home Sunday evening.”

      “Wow! I’m in the wrong business!” Molly laughed. “But you and I may be at each other’s throats by dinnertime Friday.”