Chapter One
\"OKAY， I WANT an explanation and I want one now，\" Dusty
MacKanley demanded irascibly as he paced the suddenly
immaculate living room of his century-old ranch house. He
regarded his children sternly. \"What in blue blazes is going
on here?\"
\"What makes you think there s something going on，
Daddy?\" twelve-year-old Lily asked， as she pushed her
glasses higher on the bridge of her nose.
\"Maybe the fact that all five of my children are lined up
like ducks in a row， dressed in their Sunday best. On a
Monday afternoon. And the house is cleaned up.\"
\"We re just trying to ~elp，\" sixteen-year-old Jason said，
giving Dusty a look of choirboy innocence， as he took a
comb out of his back pocket and smoothed his straight dark
brown hair. \"You know， now that we re on summer vaca-
tion and everything.\"
\"Uh-huh.\" Dusty looked at his kids suspiciously. \"You
guys think I was born yesterday? Is that it?\"
\"No， sir，\" they said in unison.
\" We know how old you are，\" five-year-old Billy piped up.
\"You were thirty-eight on your last birthday!\"
\" Shh! You know you re not supposed to mention that!\"
eight-year-old Susie scolded.
\"Yeah，\" SaUie chimed in， taking her twin s side imme-
diately. \"Stop that or you re going to make Daddy feel old!\"
The truth was， Dusty already felt old. And barely able to
cope. Which was why he d been thinking about getting
Dear Fairy Godmother
married again. It was becoming increasingly
kids needed a mother. No one could replace
affections， of course. But he couldn t help but
be nice to have a woman in the house again， he
herd on the kids.
\"The twins are right. Daddy is in good sha
tinued， looking at Dusty as if he needed som~
ing.
\"For someone his age， anyway，\" Jason ad
\" Thanks a lot，\" Dusty said dryly.
\"Come on， Daddy. You know what we me
tested with a blush.
Yeah， Dusty did. Hard physical labor k，
three inches of him fit and trim. As usual， i
long between haircuts， but his dark brown
pnlously clean beneath his black felt Stetson，
jaw was clean-shaven and dabbed lightly wit
\"But maybe you might want to get dressec
lie added slyly.
\"Why?\" Dusty s blue eyes swept his scut~
jeans and pale blue Western shirt. \"What s
way I m dressed?\" he asked， incensed.
Guilty looks were exchanged， but no one ，~
The sound of a car door slamming made tl
up expectantly. Dusty strode to the window
planation. Only it wasn t a car he reco~niTed
a rental. And the person driving it had alrea
Frowning， Dusty strode to the front dooJ
open before the beU had even rung. He stopl
tracks as he stared at the vision of loveliness i
It had been--what?--nearly eighteen year.
come face-to-face with Meg Winthrop， and y，
so little had changed. At thirty-eight， she wa.，
most beautiful women he had ever seen. Tag
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