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  She laughed. “And neither of you won.”

  “I don’t know. It brought me back to Cedar Grove and you.”

  His pale blue eyes darkened, and she looked away.

  “Actually, I never considered being a musician. I think that was just to irritate Dad. I did get a bachelor’s in psychology then knocked around for a while.”

  “So, how did you get to be director of social services in Cedar Grove?”

  He leaned back and folded his arms. “That is all your fault.”

  “My fault?”

  “Yeah, all that time I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, something you said at graduation kept bouncing around in my head.”

  She cocked her head. “And that was?”

  “You paraphrased John Kennedy, who paraphrased an old school master. ‘Don’t ask what our country can do for us—’”

  “Ask what we can do for her.” Allie grinned as she finished the sentence. “I was young and idealistic.”

  “You’re still idealistic. I’ve wanted to tell you for some time that the impact of your words prompted me to apply for a job with the Department of Human Services in Washington, and it didn’t take long to figure out I needed a master’s in social work.”

  “Why did you come back to Cedar Grove?”

  He took her hand and caressed her fingers. “Because of you.”

  Her face burning, she withdrew her hand. “Why are you suddenly interested in me?”

  “It’s not sudden. I’ve always been interested, but in high school and during college, you only had eyes for Matt. When I returned to Cedar Grove last year, friends told me not to waste my time. You were married to your job and your volunteer projects. I invented excuses to be at the shelter when I knew you would be there, but every time we met, you pulled into your shell and hung out the Do Not Disturb sign. That’s why I resorted to practically begging your brother to invite me last night.”

  “Why didn’t you just flat-out ask?”

  Peter flashed a wicked grin. “Let’s see if that will work.” He cleared his throat and leaned toward her. “Miss Carson, I enjoyed dancing with you last night. There’s a nice supper club in Cedar Grove. So what do you say? Dinner and dancing Friday night?”

  Why not? Dancing with Peter had been fun, and today had been...different. Just because they went out, didn’t mean she had to give him her heart. It was in too many pieces anyway. She tilted her head toward him. “I would love to.”

  “Good.” He motioned to the waiter for another refill on their coffee. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

  “You can ask. Don’t know if you’ll get an answer.”

  “What did you ever see in Matt Jefferies?”

  “I can’t believe you asked me that.”

  He shrugged. “I just never understood why you dated him. He wasn’t good enough for you.”

  Suddenly Peter’s interest in her became clearer. Allie blotted her mouth with her napkin. A memory from high school. Peter losing a math competition to Matt. Peter telling Matt he’d never be anything but the kid from the wrong side of town. Surely that wasn’t what Peter referred to. But she had to know for sure.

  Allie fingered the handle of the porcelain cup, and on cue, the waiter appeared and refilled it with coffee. After he left, she stirred cream into her cup. “You’re not still competing with Matt, are you?”

  “Compete with Matt? Of course not. I’m glad to see him doing well. I just always thought you belonged with someone more like me.” He smiled, exposing perfectly even white teeth.

  “And not the kid from Beaker Street?”

  A red flush started at his neck and ended at his ears. “That was a stupid remark I made a long time ago. I never should’ve said it. I didn’t like that he always beat me in everything. Math, quarterback position, you.”

  She eyed him over the cup’s rim.

  “Honestly,” he said, “I’ve always regretted saying that.”

  What was it she’d always heard about people using the word honestly?

  Peter’s cell phone rang, and he slid it from his belt. He frowned. “I can’t believe I’m getting another call from the office. Excuse me.”

  He stepped away from the table. When he returned, his face was pinched and the muscle in his jaw twitched.

  “That case from last night?” She’d been trying to figure out how to bring up the subject without being too obvious. Now the problem was solved.

  “Yeah,” he muttered. “The kid’s run away.”

  “Last night you said the child was a nine-year-old boy. He may be in my reading class. Maybe I can help. It’s possible I know the family, or where he might’ve gone.”

  “Oh, I know where he’s gone. The hospital to check on his OD’d mother. Sarah at the shelter said that’s all he talked about.”

  Protective son, overdosed mother. Don’t let it be— “Is the mother’s name Mariah Connors?”

  He stared at her. “How do you know Mariah Connors?”

  She swallowed the bile that rose up her throat. Poor Noah. “I’ve counseled the boy, had parent-teacher meetings with Mariah, so I know the situation. She’s Matt Jefferies’s sister.”

  * * *

  MATT TOOK ONE last look at the diamond engagement ring and closed the box. He’d locked the wedding band away in his wall safe until the wedding. Wedding. He liked the sound of the word.

  A tiny flicker of regret pierced his memory. He’d asked Allie to marry him once, and she’d turned him down. Looking back, it was probably for the best. Allie never approved of his bold plans to get ahead, and she wouldn’t fit into his present lifestyle. Besides, she was his past. Jessica was his future. A future that was within his grasp, one he had worked hard to get. Jessica wanted the same things he did. But it was more than wanting the same things. She was kind and caring.

  His heart tendered at a memory of Jessica in the park last summer. She’d set up her easel at the Memphis Zoo to sketch the snow leopards, and a small girl had wanted to “help.” Without hesitation, Jessica flipped to a new sheet in her sketch pad and spent the next fifteen minutes letting the child try her hand at drawing.

  The kitten mewed, and he glanced at the cardboard box. The kitten had surprised him when he returned home with it, lapping milk from a bowl. It mewed again. “Shh,” he said as he knelt by the box. “You need to be quiet. Jessica will be here soon and if she hears you, she’ll want to hold you and that will make her sneeze. Are you hungry?”

  Matt had cleaned the closed eye, and now the kitten stared at him with two good eyes. It mewed again, and he frowned. He’d barely gotten a little more milk poured when the doorbell rang. He settled it gently on an old T-shirt in a corner of the box. “Be quiet,” he said and closed the door to his bedroom.

  “Happy New Year, love.” Jessica swept into the room and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He tilted her face toward him and gently kissed her as the strains of “Clair de Lune” played softly in the background. Matt kissed her again, and she leaned into him, returning his kiss. “Happy New Year to you, too,” he said when they broke apart. “Are you hungry?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. This is nice.” Her stomach growled, and she giggled. “I guess that ruined the mood.”

  “Right this way, m’lady.”

  “What’s this?” She shifted her gaze from the table set with his best china and back to Matt.

  “Just setting the mood,” he replied. “You look great, as usual.”

  And she did, in boots and black leggings and a short, hunter-green dress that brought out the green in her hazel eyes.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” She stroked the red cashmere sweater he wore, a Christmas gift from her. “So, what have you made me?”

  He pulled out her c
hair. “Eggs Benedict—I just have to cook the eggs, but we’ll start off with fruit, and caramel coffee.”

  An hour later, Matt refreshed their cups. Everything had gone off without a hitch, even the eggs. Jessica smiled.

  “Thank you, Matthew. I don’t know when I’ve ever had a better New Year’s celebration. Last night and now this morning.”

  His heart thumped faster as he looked into her eyes. The velvet box was in his pocket, waiting for him to bring out at the right moment. He took her hand. “Jessica, we’ve talked about marriage before, and you know how much I—”

  A yowl from his bedroom made him flinch.

  “What was that?” She looked over his shoulder toward the bedroom.

  The kitten. Not mewing, but sounding exactly like it had in the parking lot. Loud. Pitiful. It was a noise that could not be ignored. “Uh...”

  “Matthew, do I hear a cat?” She cocked her head. “It is. But...but you know I’m allergic.”

  “I know. It’s a kitten, and I thought I ran over it. You stay here while I go check—”

  The doorbell rang, and rang again. And again.

  “I’ll get the door.” Jessica pointed toward the bedroom. “You see about that poor kitty.”

  The kitten howled again, and Matt huffed a sigh. It probably needed milk again, and he grabbed the carton. “Be right back. Entertain whoever it is.”

  The kitten stared plaintively at him when he opened the door and immediately hushed its crying. He picked up the bowl and refilled it. Voices came from the other room. Women’s voices. Matt placed the bowl beside the kitten and guided it to the milk. “You’re on your own, kiddo,” he said and went to wash his hands.

  Then he stepped into the living room and stopped. “Allie?”

  Jessica’s gaze went from Allie to him. “You didn’t tell me Clint’s sister was stopping by.”

  Something was wrong. Bad wrong. It was stamped in the way Allie stood, in the slump of her shoulders, in her face. “What’s going on?”

  “Matt, I don’t know how to tell you... Mariah is in the hospital. Your sister may not make it. And her son has run away from the shelter.”

  He didn’t know why he felt so surprised.

  “Sister?” Jessica turned to him. “You never said anything about a sister.”

  “Everybody, just sit down.” He sank into the hard leather chair closest to him and looked at Allie. “What happened?”

  “I’m not sure. All I know is she overdosed on heroin and her little boy has run away from the person who was looking after him temporarily,” Allie said. “You’ll have to ask Peter Elliott exactly what happened.”

  He missed whatever she said next. Peter Elliott? He was taken aback the great man hadn’t already called to rub Matt’s nose in the news. Mariah. What have you done? His sister might be two years older, but he’d always taken care of her until she ran off with that Connors thug. He realized Allie had asked him something. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

  “I have the hospital number, if you want it.” She held a slip of paper out toward him.

  Matt folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. I tried to talk to Mariah when she first started using—after Connors introduced her to drugs. She didn’t listen then, and I doubt that anything has changed. I’m sorry, but she made her choice a long time ago.”

  And he had made his when he left Cedar Grove. He just never thought his past would choose today to catch up with him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  NOAH WAITED FOR an opportunity to slip into the hospital entrance unnoticed. By now, the cops were sure to be looking for him, and they’d probably figure out where he’d gone. A man and woman with four boys walked toward the door. Maybe no one would notice if he tagged along. Noah fell in behind them, staying just close enough, but not so close the man or woman would notice him.

  Noah almost bumped into the last boy when the man stopped and turned around.

  “’Scuse me,” Noah mumbled and bent over to untie his shoe and retie it.

  The man clapped his hands once. “Okay, boys, listen up. We’re going down this hall to the ICU waiting room. I want you to be quiet. There’s folks here that have really sick people in the hospital. You mind your manners now, you hear?”

  Noah couldn’t believe his luck. As soon as they started walking, he stood and tagged along. Once in the waiting room, he glanced around. Adults sat in little groups, but there was one area where kids watched cartoons on a wall TV. An empty chair next to a girl about his age beckoned to him. He sauntered over and sat in the vinyl wingback like he owned it. After a few minutes, he braved a glance around. People seemed to be lining up toward the silver double doors. “Where’s everybody going?” he muttered under his breath.

  “It’s almost visiting time. But you’re not old enough to go back.”

  Noah whipped his head around. He hadn’t meant anyone to hear him. The girl never looked up from her book. “What do you know about how old I am?”

  “Puh-leese.” She eyed him over the book. “We’re both in Miss Allie’s reading class. Hello?”

  Heat crawled up his neck and spread to the tip of his ears. Ashley...something or other. She always knew the answer to everything, and she never stumbled over her words. Noah dug his fingers into the hard vinyl. Maybe if he squeezed his eyes hard enough, when he opened them she’d be gone. Nope, she was still there.

  She stared at him. “What are you doing? You look like you’re going to be sick or something. Why are you here?”

  “What’re you doin’ here?” he snapped.

  “My granna’s real sick.”

  Oh. He never had a grandmother. “Do you get to go back there to see her?”

  “Of course, but with my mother.”

  She tilted her head up in that superior way girls had, and he quit feeling sorry for her. “Well, when those doors open, I’m going through ’em.”

  “They’ll just make you come back if you don’t have an adult with you.”

  He crossed his arms. “No, they won’t.”

  She gave him a sour look and picked up her book again. “Whatever. But you’ll see.”

  Noah spied the man he’d walked in with standing in line. He had one of the boys with him. “See ya,” he said and nonchalantly strolled over to the boy. If Ashley told on him, he’d... He fisted his hands. She just better not.

  The doors opened with a soft swish, and people streamed through them and down a hallway with glass enclosures. His heart pounded against his chest until he thought it’d pop out. He didn’t see his mom in any of the first rooms. What if she’d died?

  Then he noticed each room had a name on the door, and he kept walking even though his legs had turned to spaghetti, peering at each name. Mariah Connors. He inched inside the room and approached the person in the bed. Black hair fanned across the pillow, just like his mom’s, but this couldn’t be her. This person had tubes and wires everywhere. And her face was so big. Then he spied the little black mole next to her lips. “Mom?”

  He touched her hand that lay elevated on a pillow. “Mom. Wake up.”

  The rhythmic hissing in the room and the steady beep, beep, beep over her head answered him. He blinked back the tears that threatened to flood his eyes. “Mom, please.”

  “I figured I’d find you here.”

  Noah recognized the cop’s voice and whirled around to face him. Jason didn’t look too happy.

  Suddenly, the beeping increased and just as fast it stopped. One long beep scraped against his eardrums. Alarms went off. Jason grabbed him up and carried him into the hall as nurses swarmed the room.

  “Mommm!”

  * * *

  ALLIE’S HEART PLUMMETED. Who was this person Matt had turned himself into? The man she had loved would never turn hi
s back on his family. But that was the reason they broke up. He’d been so bent on shedding everything about his life in Cedar Grove, including his values, that she couldn’t bear to watch.

  He just proved she’d made the right choice, and now every second in his presence picked at the scab on her heart, reminding Allie that the Matt she’d known was truly gone. Why had she even bothered? She should have just let Peter handle the whole matter.

  For the first time, Allie noticed the closed blinds, the fancy dishes on the dining room table. We’re kind of talking about getting married. Uh-oh. Heat crawled up her spine and across her face. Could the floor just open and swallow her right now? “I’m sorry—”

  “Matthew...” Jessica’s soft voice held a touch of steel. “Would you please explain about this sister you never told me about? And why you don’t want to help her?”

  Allie stared at him. Yeah, Matthew, why didn’t you tell this woman you’re about to propose to that you had a sister? Exactly what kind of relationship did they have?

  A wince flitted across Matt’s face. He sat a little straighter and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “She’s not anyone you would want to know. She hasn’t made the best decisions in life, and I rarely hear from her...I didn’t even know she had a son until Allie told me last night.”

  Conflicting emotions crossed Jessica’s face. Allie sensed Matt’s fiancée was not happy. “Look, I’m kind of in the way here, and I need to get on the road home. Mariah is at Cedar Grove Memorial, if you change your mind.”

  “Would you leave the number, as well?” Jessica’s gaze was on Matt.

  Allie laid the paper on the coffee table. “Nice seeing you again, Jessica. Matt, I’ll see myself out.”

  In the elevator, Allie hugged her jacket closer. Matt hadn’t even tried to stop her. If she never saw him again, it’d be too soon. She’d rather walk through a pasture full of cow pies. Be easier. At least in the pasture, she only had to watch where she stepped. She couldn’t wait to get away from Memphis.

  As soon as Allie left the Memphis city limits and traffic behind, she voice-dialed the shelter’s director. For the past year, Allie had volunteered at the children’s shelter, helping several of the kids with their reading and writing skills. Friendship with Sarah had been a bonus. When she answered, Sarah sounded close to tears. “What’s wrong?” Allie asked.