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find it overwhelming, or even frightening. Somehow he’d have to find a way to make her feel safe and secure, despite all the changes in her life.

      Closing his eyes, he willed himself to sleep. Perhaps everything would seem more promising once he wasn’t so tired.

      * * *

      FOUR HOURS LATER, Daniel woke with a start, and it took a moment to orient himself.

      He’d been grateful when he was offered the job in Willow’s Eve. The timing was perfect and would provide employment while he considered the future. Most of all, it had gotten him cleanly and quickly away from Southern California. Moving was probably best, even if Celia and the mayor hadn’t started dating. Celia was never going to develop maternal feelings, and his daughter would find it increasingly painful as she recognized that her mommy was more interested in Prada shoes than her own child—if she didn’t realize it already. It would be better for Samantha not to be constantly reminded of that hurtful truth. It was hard to feel unwanted, and even worse at only five years old.

      He unpacked the Jeep and stacked everything in the kitchen before exploring the various rooms. The Victorian contained a significant amount of furniture, though some of the pieces were so old-fashioned they were practically antiques. Hell, most of them were antiques. It was handy that the house came furnished since his ex-wife had taken almost everything when she left. Daniel hadn’t cared as long as she didn’t use Samantha as a bargaining chip.

      The Victorian had both a formal living room and a flowery parlor connected by French doors; Daniel stood between them, trying to picture his recently purchased dark gray-green leather couches in place of the elegant settees and needlepoint-upholstered chairs. The modern couches wouldn’t match the historic architecture, but they’d be far more comfortable. He and Joyce could discuss it before making a final decision.

       Joyce.

      Daniel chuckled to himself, wondering what the locals would think about his former mother-in-law living with him. It was unusual, but it was best for Samantha. The two of them were currently living in his town house. Joyce was a terrific lady, and having her in Willow’s Eve meant that Samantha wouldn’t need to go into child care. They were following him in a couple of weeks, depending upon how quickly he got things settled. Grabbing his smartphone, he dialed Joyce’s cell number. He’d called earlier to report his safe arrival in Willow’s Eve, but there had been little else to recount. Now he could tell Joyce and Samantha about the house.

      “Hello, Daniel,” Joyce answered. He heard the smile in her voice. “Have you seen the house?”

      “Yes. It’s a very large Victorian, in excellent shape. I’ve gotten some sleep and I’m putting everything away.”

      “Is any furniture needed?”

      “Not exactly.” He glanced around the room. “The existing stuff is old, though in good condition. But most of it doesn’t look comfortable.”

      “Can some be removed?”

      “The city council offered to store whatever isn’t needed.” He thought of Mandy. “The welcome committee made up a bed and put in basics like towels and hand soap. Not to mention stocking the freezer with home-cooked casseroles and other food.”

      “Goodness. I didn’t think people still did that.”

      “Me, either. It must be a small-town custom.”

      “But it makes it easier for you right now. When the movers eventually deliver all our stuff, just leave the boxes until we get there. That way, you can focus on getting settled at work.”

      Daniel rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it, but I’d also like to have the house look more familiar for Samantha, with her own things around. Naturally, I’ll let you decide about your own boxes.”

      All of Joyce’s belongings had been marked with her name, and he wanted to respect her privacy. After the movers picked up everything from his town house, Joyce and Samantha would stay at her apartment, since it was furnished.

      “I’m not worried about that. But...uh...” Her voice dropped. “I just found out that Celia and Dirk Bowlin are getting married in a few weeks.”

      He rubbed his jaw, not surprised. The six-month anniversary of his and Celia’s divorce had passed, and some people saw that as the minimum benchmark for getting remarried. Since Bowlin was a politician, conscious of his image, he’d follow any conventions he thought might influence voters.

      “Don’t worry about it, Joyce.”

      “It’s going to be a small affair, but they’ve asked Samantha to be the flower girl.”

      Daniel didn’t ask if it would be a white wedding, though he was quite certain there’d be photographers—Celia loved pictures of herself, and the mayor would want potential publicity shots. Then he suddenly realized one of the reasons Joyce was concerned.

      “Flower girl? Does that mean you’ll need to stay until after the wedding?”

      “Celia is having a dress made and wants studio photographs done, that sort of thing, so I think staying is best. But it wouldn’t be much longer than we originally planned.”

      “I see.” Yet Daniel’s gut tightened. While it was highly unlikely his ex-wife would try to reopen the custody issue, he couldn’t suppress moments of suspicion about her motives.

      In the background, he heard his daughter’s voice pleading, “Can I talk to Daddy, please?”

      “Sure, honey,” Joyce said.

      “Hi, Daddy,” his daughter’s timid voice greeted him. “I miss you.”

      “I miss you, too, pumpkin. But it won’t be long before you and Grandma are here. Did you have a nice day?”

      “Uh-huh. I made you a present.”

      “I can’t wait to see it.”

      “Mommy says it’s not very good.”

      Daniel was tempted to tell her Mommy wasn’t worth listening to, but he was determined not to head down that road. Kids shouldn’t be the battleground for their parents; his mother and father had waged World War III throughout his childhood. They were the reason he’d considered never getting married in the first place. It hadn’t seemed worth the risk of going through that kind of pain. Now...? Well, he wouldn’t give up Samantha for anything, but there was little doubt that his own marriage had turned out badly.

      “I’m sure your present is wonderful, darling,” he said gently. “And I’m glad you had a visit with your mommy.”

      Samantha’s voice had a forlorn sound to it. “She came to look for a purse she forgot.”

      Hell. What could he say? There weren’t any words to fix his child’s pain. He just hoped time and distance would help. “It’s still nice you got to see her.”

      “I guess so.”

      “You know what? I’d better go,” he said. “I’ve got to explore our new house some more and guess which bedroom you’ll want.”

      “It can be a game,” Samantha answered, sounding brighter.

      “You bet, and whoever wins, we’ll get a pizza to celebrate, with no little fishies on it.”

      A giggle floated over the wires as he invoked an image from E.T., one of Samantha’s favorite movies.

      “Can you tell your grandma ‘goodbye’ for me?” he asked.

      “Sure. ’Bye, Daddy.”

      “Good night.”

      He hit the off button and glanced around the cavernous living room. The Victorian was going to dwarf the odd little family that they’d decided to form, and he hoped Samantha wouldn’t find it alarming after their cozy town house. Well, he didn’t have to stay for more than a year. He’d signed

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