LITMIR.BIZ

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      Jayne looked back at the house. It was old, plain and needed money and a large dose of sweat equity. It made their house back in Chicago look luxurious in comparison. It was too cramped even for just the two of them, with no room for her office. Whatever money he offered could be a down payment on a more suitable place.

      Unfortunately for Tyler—and maybe for herself—she was a sucker for sentimental nonsense and she liked a challenge. Why else would she have stayed married to Greg for so long? Why else would she be trying to support herself and Lucy on a solidly midlist author’s income? She wasn’t a Miller by blood, but Lucy was, and if her great-grandmother had wanted the house to pass to someone in the family, it should. God knew, Greg hadn’t given her anything else…besides those big brown eyes, that charming smile and that fearless approach to life.

      But, sentimentality aside, Jayne was also practical. It was one of the things Greg had liked the least about her. “Right now I have no plans to sell the place, but if I change my mind—” she looked again at the dangling shutters, the crooked porch, the paint flakes barely clinging to the wood “—you’ll be the first to know.”

      Her answer seemed to satisfy him, judging from the silent nod he gave. He probably thought she was naive and inexperienced—a city girl who didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into, who wouldn’t last into summer and most certainly not through winter. And he might be right. She had been naive. Even knowing Greg’s penchant for exaggeration, she’d believed everything he’d told her about the house. But the place had potential, and she was a big believer in potential.

      “Well…” She stamped her feet to get her blood circulating. “I’m freezing here and I need to see about breakfast. Lucy, let’s go in and warm up.”

      “Aw, Mom—” Lucy broke off when her stomach gave a growl that would have done either of the dogs proud, then grinned. “Wanna have breakfast with us, Tyler?”

      Say no, say no, say no, Jayne silently chanted, and she swallowed a sigh of relief when he did.

      “No, thanks. I’ve got things to do.”

      Lucy grinned again. “Can Cameron Diaz have breakfast with us?”

      “They’ve already eaten.”

      “Yeah, but they look like they could eat again.”

      “They look like they could eat you.” Jayne swung her up into her arms, then brushed away some of the snow that covered her from hood to boots. In unison with her daughter she said, “Oh, Mom…” As Lucy rolled her eyes, Jayne took a few backward steps toward the house. “Thanks again for the firewood. We really appreciated it.”

      As he’d done the night before, he simply nodded, then walked away. She watched him for a moment before turning and trudging toward the house.

      Her house. Her daughter’s ancestral home.

      Their future.

      Chapter 2

      By noon the snow was dripping so heavily that at times it sounded like rain, plopping off the roof and puddling on the ground underneath. Tyler stood at the front window, eating lunch—a sandwich in one hand, a Coke in the other—and gazing across the yard. Supposedly he was watching the dogs run. Instead, he was seeing another snowy scene, this one a hundred and fifty miles and eighteen years away.

      An unexpected snowstorm had crippled Nashville, blanketing everything in white and closing the schools early. The buses had been waiting at lunchtime, and the kids who walked to school had been lined up at the office to call for rides. Since they’d had neither a home phone nor a car for Carrie to come and get him, Tyler had hidden in the boys’ room and waited until the school was quiet—the buses gone, the luckier kids picked up by a parent. Then he’d sneaked out of the building and had run all the way home, his jacket too thin and his shoes too worn to provide any protection from the snow.

      Despite the frigid temperatures, he’d removed his shoes and socks outside—Del didn’t like the kids tracking in dirt or snow—then let himself into the house. His first clue that something was wrong was his mother. She’d sat at the kitchen table, Aaron in her lap and Rebecca clinging to her side. Carrie hadn’t laughed at his hair, frozen in spikes, or offered him a towel or fussed over him at all. She hadn’t done anything but give him a sorrowful look.

      Then Del had walked into the room.

      “Stupid little bastard, sneaking off from school,” he’d muttered as he’d advanced. “You think they don’t keep track of kids down at that school? You think they don’t notice when some whiny-ass little bastard sneaks out like a damn thief? You’re gonna be sorry, boy, damn sor—”

      Pain in Tyler’s hand jerked his attention back to the present. He stared blankly at the pop can he held, crumpled almost flat, and the blood welling where a sharp corner had pierced his palm. Coke dripped from his fingers and puddled on the floor, each plop a reminder of the punishment such a spill had always brought.

      An instant of panic spurted through him—Got to get a rag, got to clean it and dry it so no one will notice. He pushed it back with a deep breath and forced his fingers to relax around the battered aluminum. He’d taken only a few steps from the window when the doorbell echoed through the house, accompanied by Diaz’s excited barks and Cameron’s howl from the porch.

      He would like to think the dogs were smart enough to ring the bell themselves, but a soft little-girl giggle told him he couldn’t be so lucky. Grimly setting his jaw, he opened the door. The dogs shot in around him, racing through the living room and circling the kitchen island before leaping onto the couch and battling for space. Lucy would have followed them if her mother hadn’t grabbed the hood to rein her in.

      Her cheeks pink, Jayne smiled uncertainly. “Hi. I’m sorry to bother you, but I saw your electricity was on, and it reminded me to call and see about getting mine turned on, too.” She gestured toward the porch light that he always left on when he knew he would be home after dark. With no power, he’d forgotten to turn it off this morning, and now it glowed dimly in the bright day.

      More than anything he wanted to send her away. He didn’t need her in his house, looking at his things, disturbing his day. But instead he flipped the switch to off, then stepped back to allow her entrance. “The phone’s on the desk,” he said gruffly. “The book’s under it.”

      Still holding on to Lucy’s hood, Jayne came inside, steering her daughter toward the desk against one living room wall. She gave the wrestling dogs a wary look, and he spoke sharply. “Diaz. Cameron. Stop.”

      Immediately the dogs separated, each taking one end of the couch and watching the three humans curiously.

      “Could you teach me how to do that with Lucy?” Jayne asked, wearing that uneasy smile again.

      Lucy seemed well enough behaved to him. Though her expression said she was itching to go exploring, she didn’t try to slip out of her mother’s hold. Instead she was satisfied to look at everything, her brown eyes wide with curiosity. When she looked at him, a broad grin spread across her face and she raised one hand and wiggled her index finger in greeting.

      With a brusque nod, he went to the kitchen, tossed the can in the trash, then held his hand under cold water, washing away the pop and fresh blood. The puncture wasn’t deep, so instead of a bandage, he balled a napkin in his fist, then went to stare out the back windows. Immediately Diaz joined him, rubbing against his legs for attention. A moment later Lucy came over, as well. Glancing back, Tyler saw her coat hanging by its hood from her mother’s hand.

      “I like your house,” she announced.

      He grunted. It wasn’t fancy—maybe fourteen hundred square feet, one big living room/dining room/kitchen, two bedrooms and one and a half baths, with a wide front porch and a deck across the back. He’d built it himself, with help from his brothers and sister and his boss, and he’d done everything exactly the way he wanted it. It was his and his alone.

      Lucy touched her reflection

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